บททั้งหมดของ NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Chapter 2 The principal's knuckles rap against the door again, harder this time. "Nurse Voss? I need you to open this door right now."My lips tighten around Jake's shaft, but I don't stop. His hips jerk, panic and pleasure warring across his face. The taste of his precum floods my mouth. It’s salty and urgent. I can feel his pulse hammering through the thick vein running along his cock."Everything's fine, Principal Miller!" I call out, my voice muffled by Jake's flesh. "Just finishing up with a... thorough examination."Jake's hands fly to his mouth, stifling a groan as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive head. His thighs tremble where they bracket my shoulders. The door handle jiggles."That doesn't sound fine," Principal Miller says. "Open the door or I'm getting the master key."Fuck. I pull off Jake's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his flushed tip. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with terror and lust. My uniform is twisted, the white cotton pa

Chapter 4The click of the door shutting behind Principal Miller hangs in the air like the last note of a discordant symphony. My body still trembles, thighs sticky with Jake's cum and the principal's release drying on my cheeks. Jake's question "Can we do it again tomorrow?" echoes in the sudden silence, his voice raw and hopeful.I turn slowly, a smiling stretching my lips. "Tomorrow?" I laugh, the sound sharp and cruel. "Oh, sweetheart, we're not done tonight."Before he can react, I lunge forward, my hands slamming against his chest. The force sends him stumbling backward, his legs tangling in his pants still pooled around his ankles. He crashes onto the examination table, the metal frame groaning under his weight. His eyes go wide, a mixture of shock and primal excitement darkening their depths."What the-" he starts, but I cut him off by grabbing his ankles and yanking his legs apart. The movement is brutal. His knees fall open, exposing his half-hard cock glistening with o

Chapter 1In the lecture hall i’m discussing Victorian literature, but my eyes keep drifting to the third row. To Liam. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he leans back in his chair, one hand resting on his thigh, the other tapping a rhythm against his desk. He's not taking notes. He never does. He just watches me with that lazy, knowing smirk that makes my stomach twist into knots.When class ends, students shuffle past my desk with questions about essay deadlines and thesis statements. I answer mechanically, my attention fixed on Liam as he lingers, packing his bag with deliberate slowness. The room empties until it's just us. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting stark shadows across the empty chairs."Professor Hart," he says, his voice deeper than it has any right to be at twenty-one. He approaches my desk, close enough that I can smell his cologne,something expensive and woody that clings to the air between us. "I was wondering if you could help me with my pa

Chapter 3The cold tile presses into my knees, a dull ache spreading through my joints as I listen to the restroom door swing shut behind Liam. My throat burns, raw and used, the bitter taste of his cum still coating my tongue. I push myself up with trembling hands, my muscles protesting after being locked in that position for so long. My face is a mess…flushed cheeks, swollen lips, mascara smudged at the corners of my eyes. I look like exactly what I am: a professor who just got face-fucked by her student in a public restroom. The thought sends a twisted thrill through my battered body even as shame curls in my stomach. I splash cold water on my face, trying to wash away the evidence, but I can still feel him on my skin, in my mouth.The walk back to my office is torture. Every pair of eyes I pass feels like they know what happened. Every smile seems mocking. My heels click on the polished floors, each sound reminding me of the click of that stall lock, of the sound of Liam's zipp

Chapter 5“Oh God. Liammm. someone might come!”“Let them watch,” he snarled, adding a third finger. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the air as he finger-fucked me mercilessly. “Let them see what a filthy professor you really are. Taking your student’s fingers like a cheap whore in a public garage.”My hips bucked back against his hand despite myself. Shame burned my cheeks, but the pleasure was overwhelming. My juices ran down my thighs in sloppy streaks. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me clenching around nothing, and I heard the sound of his belt and zipper.His cock slapped heavy and hot against my ass cheek, thick, veiny, already leaking precum. He was rock hard, bigger than I remembered in the haze of our first time.“Please… not too rough,” I whispered, even as my pussy fluttered with need.Liam laughed darkly. “You don’t get to make requests tonight, Professor. This is your punishment for even thinking about meeting that blackmailer without me.” He gri