Indecent Proposal Book Novels & Stories

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.

Ethan’s POV I was just starting to fall asleep when the door swung open. Moving into a sitting position, I watched cautiously as Candace sauntered into the room in her usual elegant, authoritative manner. All she had on was a thin pair of shorts and a grey, silk camisole that framed her full breasts perfectly. The two little dots that were her nipples were visible through the material and I almost couldn’t take my eyes away from them as she approached the bed. Although she didn’t show it, I was sure she was aware of the attention I was giving her breasts. They were simply far too attractive to look at for me to try to be discreet about it.

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“ Take your pants down and bend over the desk and place your hands flat on the surface. I’m going to help you get that grade properly.” My breath caught. Holy shit! This was really happening. My cock was rock hard as I obeyed, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and leaning over the sturdy wooden desk. The cool surface pressed against my chest through my shirt. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass presented to him like an offering. Professor Richard stepped behind me, his hands sliding over my hips possessively. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Look at this tight hole. It's already twitching for me.”

I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly. "To make you sleepy," he said. I took the book from his hand and gave him a puzzled look. "From my favorite author." I looked down, and my eyes flew wide as I read the letter in the book. A romance novel by Jakara Blue. "Kim, is she a writer?" I asked, repeating each word twice before I got it perfect. I couldn't understand why I overreacted. My crazy heartbeats also added up, messing my emotion completely.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro