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Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

His lips start to move on mine and I hear a little groan from deep inside of him. I run my hand gently over his soft cock and I feel him stretch, the tension building in his body again. I know he's fighting with himself, wondering if he should do this again, but when I wrap my hand around his shaft and start to pull, he groans, "Ohhhhhh, FUCK!" and his arms tighten around me. This time his tongue slides into my mouth and when I squirm on top of him he runs his hands down over my ass, grasping and squeezing my round cheeks.

As an orphan who had grown up with nothing, this place felt like a dream I had no right to enter. “…and you will be one of the maids attending to Lord Blackwood’s personal quarters,” Mrs. Hargrove continued sharply. “Are you even listening to me, girl?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered quickly, my voice nervous. She gave me a long, pointed stare before continuing the tour. We climbed a long spiral staircase to the second floor, where the master’s private chambers were located. “You were hired because of your plain looks and quiet nature,” she said bluntly. The words stung, even though I knew they were meant as a compliment here. “Lord Blackwood values discretion above all else. You are to be invisib

His lips f trailed soft kisses on her neck then her bosom her making her moan his name in pleasure. “Oh Edwin” His fingers traced her body slowly and carefully, as if he were scared of hurting her skin. He stared into her eyes as he removed every piece of silk that covered her body. “I want you so bad my Rose” he murmured in a lust-filled voice. Then he inserted his fingers into her feminine core relentlessly till her whole body shook from her release. Arabella’s body was on fire; her body shivered with desire. What type of sorcery is this? she wondered. The way she felt was out of this world.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

It had been a decade since we were married. I led a group of men to excavate Jackie's first love's grave. Everyone around us praised him for being a loyal man. He never forgot his first love though she'd already died ten years ago. He'd go to the cemetery and celebrate her birthday all by himself every year. Yvonne's name was always at the top of his contact list. I was not angry at all. Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal.

Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits. Now it was Devon's turn. He pulled his length from my mouth and took Hans place. Now Devon knelt between my legs. “I haven't had my turn inside you yet," he said, positioning his tip at my entrance. "But first..." He took my hand, guided it to my mouth, watching as I licked my fingers clean of their mixed fluids. “Good girl.” He lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and entered me slowly. A different angle than Hans and Mitch. He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

But despite my efforts to remain composed, my heart continued to race, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. As I moved to his chest, I couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his pecs, the ripple of muscles beneath his smooth skin. My hands trembled slightly as I traced the lines of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body. It was an intimate gesture, one that filled me with a sense of both vulnerability and desire.