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the woman agreed with Lyra and the man looked at me. “Please, back me up here,” he said and I shrugged. “I actually agree with the ladies. There is nothing like enough books. Get her more books, king.” “She prefers this book men to me. Why should I help her do such a thing to me?” “You should still get her the book. She knows that the men in these books are fictional and will actually make no sense in real life.” Lyra scoffed and picked up the book the woman had pointed to. “This book here has my all time favorite male character in it, Thor Nelson. After reading this book, I prayed for a partner like me for weeks. I still do.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

one of the men asks, a big, burly, bearded gentleman who smells like cedar and firewood smoke. “Or several?” Before I know it, I'm completely surrounded by a crowd of admirers, and it occurs to me they're asking me if I want to have sex with them. Their hands are gentle on me, and they're not touching any part of me that they shouldn't and tingling heat races through me. I glance around, watching people in various states of pleasure. Something about watching a girl's ass bounce as she rides her partner, watching two guys take one girl, watching everyone around me getting off and feeling pleasure leaves me feeling warm in the center.

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Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Was he dissatisfied because he didn't think she seemed miserable enough and wanted to repeat all the tricks he pulled on her to see her life get worse? They always said that it was fun for pretty women to make guys fall into their beauty trap again and again. Was it the same for good-looking men? "Is this a new book or a comic? It looks so romantic!" "Yeah, it looks so beautiful. It must be a love story! Love stories are my favorite. I wonder who's the author of this. Why isn't the name of the author written there?" "We'll know when it's released! Under the pear tree is the promise of three lifetimes. Is it going to be a trilogy?"

Like he owned me. Then he grabbed the back of my neck and bent me over the table. Not gently. Not kindly. Just one rough shove and suddenly my tits were on top of a pile of books, my ass in the air, and my knees buckling because my cunt was already clenching from how fucking bold he was. “God, you’re wet,” he growled behind me, dragging his fingers between my thighs like he was inspecting property. “You’re soaked and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs closer together as if that would protect my clit from being attacked by lust. Instead, it gets me excited. It’s not just what he’s reading. What’s getting to me is him reading it, with his deep whisky voice and the blue eyes behind the sexy-professor horn-rims, and the way he’s disapproving and disdainful and amused all at once. A girl’s Daddy shouldn’t read her things like that, in that way. It’s just not what fathers do. He’s not playing by the rules, not following the script. It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on.