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Her hands instinctively grasped Adrian's shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, her hair spread like a halo against the fellow's chest, a wild, tangled mess. The fellow behind her slid his hands around her body, his touch rough and possessive, squeezing against her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood erect and aching. He kissed her mouth roughly, his tongue plundering hers as he moved faster, slamming his dick into her ass with an almost frantic energy. Adrian, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. As the fellow's hand groped her breast, Adrian slid his own hand around her waist, grabbing her ass, mirroring the other man's possessive grip, and slammed himself into her pussy

It sprang out—thick, veined, the shaft curving slightly up, head flared wide and already leaking a bead of precum that I smeared over the tip with my thumb. "Fuck," I muttered, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls. The skin was hot, stretched tight over the ridges. Eight inches of meat that had ruined more women than I could count. I remembered the last assistant—Sarah, married, her wedding ring glinting under the desk lamp as she begged me to fill her on this very desk. I'd bent her over, spread her cheeks, and slammed in deep while she sobbed my name. Before her, Lisa—on her knees under the conference table during a call, swallowing my load while her husband texted her goodnight.

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. The characters in this story are original creations of the erotic artist Shiin and appear here with his approval. In this story, like in Shiin's comics and drawings, the women are exceptionally curvy, the men are impossibly well-endowed, erections last for hours and verisimilitude is simply not relevant. If any of that is not to your liking, you might want to consider reading something else.

But gosh, that cock of his was fine, stretched out towards me like it couldn't wait to have me. He ran a hand over his dirty brown hair. Why was I just noticing his biceps, his broadened chest and taunt abdomen? I had been reading an erotic story the day he must have caught me touching myself. How he'd seen me, I didn't know. I'd worn a dress that very day, reading the story through my phone. When I noticed I needed a release due to the sexual tension, I'd raised my dress to my thigh... Since the lights in the train constantly blinked and there had been no one around me, I managed to take off my panties.

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

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