All Chapters of HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KellyThe office door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in that dim, book-scented space. I sat on the edge of his desk, and my skirt hiked scandalously high. Prof Will… god, even thinking his name made my clit throb, paced in front of me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, that massive bulge still straining his pants."You're playing with fire, Kelly," he growled, stopping inches away, his cologne making me lose my mind as he towered over me, chest heaving under his half-unbuttoned shirt, exposing a trail of dark hair leading south. My fingers itched to trace it."Me? You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me." I uncrossed my legs slowly, flashing my soaked lace panties, the cool air kissing my wetness. His eyes dropped down, pupils blowing wide, making a low groan rumbling from his throat. "Admit it, Prof. You want to taste."He gripped the desk on either side of my hips, caging me, his breath hot on my neck. “Focus, Kelly. Here's the deal." His knee brushed mine under the narro

KellyThursday classes dragged, my thong soaked through lectures, I kept stealing glances at his bulge when he thought no one watched. After classes, I followed him to his office. "Prof? Quick question?" He nodded curtly, the office door shutting us in again. "What?"I leaned over his desk, cleavage on full display. "This." I popped a button on my blouse, lace bra peeking. Adam's apple bobbed. "Kelly...""Missed you." I rounded the desk, dropping to my knees between his legs. His zipper went down. *holy fuck*, 9 inches of thick, veined perfection sprang free, pre-cum beading the tip. "Let me taste you, please."He gripped my hair, hips jerked. "No shit, yes." I swallowed him deep, throat relaxing, tongue swirling the ridge. He fucked my mouth slow at first, groans echoing, balls tightening. We heard voices in the hall… he froze, shoving me under the desk. Dean knocked. "Will? We have a board meeting, are you coming?""In a minute," he called, voice strained… my mouth on his ba

Kelly The 200 seats auditorium was half-full today, Prof Will paced the stage, laser pointer dancing slides: "Romantic lit demands surrender— raw, unfiltered passion." Voice smooth baritone, but his eyes locked mine every sweep. I sat at the front row, I shifted deliberately, skirt too short, thighs bare, panties silk-thong rubbing clit with each cross-leg.Coursemates focused on him, oblivious of the weird vibe, Will's gaze lingered: pupils dilating on my parted lips, his throat swallowing when I "dropped" pen, bending slowly…thighs parting slightly, lace peeking. He stuttered mid-sentence…"Jane Eyre's... fire,” clearing throat, slacks tenting subtle. My cheeks flushed; nipples hardened, poking my blouse, Jake's marks throb under fabric.*My phone buzzed on my thigh. Discreetly, I slid it out, thumb-flying texting my roomie Mia under desk:*Me: Prof's eye-fucking me HARD. Lecture = porn foreplay. Gonna make him snap.”*Mia: LOL slut! Still virgin-hunt? Thought Jake popped it?**Me:

Lisa“Delete that video right now, Lisa. I’m not playing.”Joe’s voice came through the phone sharp and low, the kind of tone he used to use when he was trying to stay in control. I could hear him pacing in that tiny church office even though I wasn’t there. The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor came through clearly.I leaned back against my kitchen counter, still wearing the red dress from earlier, and let my free hand trail slowly down my stomach. “Good morning to you too, Pastor Joe. Or should I say… ex who used to beg me to ride his face on Sunday mornings?”His breath caught hard. I smiled at the ceiling.“You sent that to my church phone,” he hissed. “Do you have any idea what could happen if someone sees it?”“Then maybe you should’ve answered one of my calls instead of letting it ring out all night.” I pushed two fingers under the hem of the dress and brushed them lightly over my still-sensitive clit. A soft sigh escaped me. “I woke up to one hundred and twelve mi

Lisa“Finish inside me right now, or I hit send.” I repeatedMy fingers hovered over the phone screen, the video file already loaded, and ready to go to Bishop Matthews’ number. Joe’s cock throbbed hot and heavy in my grip, sticky from my orgasm and still rock-hard. The church bells outside kept ringing, calling everyone to evening prayer, but in this locked office the only sound that mattered was our ragged breathing.Joe’s eyes darted between my face and the phone. His jaw clenched so tight the muscle stood out like a cord. His free hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around my wrist, he wasn't trying to pull the phone away, just holding it steady. His palm was sweaty against my skin.“You wouldn’t,” he whispered, voice hoarse.I squeezed his cock slowly from base to tip, feeling it jump in response. “Try me, Preacher. You’ve got maybe seven minutes left before they come looking again. I can feel how bad you want this. Your dick is leaking all over my fingers.”A low groan rumbled