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Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she whispered. The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled. Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

If I say ‘yellow’, it will all slow down and I don’t want that. Trying my hardest to fight it, I remember all those times I had managed to wait longer. His hips move faster while someone’s hands slide up my body, grasping my neck. My mouth opens as his cock slides inside. Moaning against it as his lips thrust at the same speed and rhythm, I can’t wait much longer. I will either say yellow or I will finish without them agreeing.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆ ~ Anne McGiver ~ ~ Two Days Later ~ I had filled fifteen pages. Fifteen pages of detailed, explicit, absolutely filthy things I wanted to do to Mr. Romans and things I wanted him to do to me. Positions: me riding him reverse cowgirl in his office chair, grinding until he was begging; him taking me from behind over the lecture podium, slapping my ass red. Locations: the empty classroom at midnight, the library stacks where anyone could walk in. Scenarios: some tender, like him waking me with his tongue lapping at my folds; some rough, like tying my hands with his tie and face-fucking me until I gagged. All of them completely consuming—ending with him coming inside me, on me,

Else, how would I explain where I was? I tried not to think about it, a small smile playing across my lips as I read the same page I had tried to yesterday at the office, reminding me of the time-out on the couch and bed. I had acted like quite the randy little slut yesterday. Dropping the book into my lap, I thought about Asher and his guest and the little display I had put on for them. Thoughts of exposing myself to them and then masturbating made my smile widen, and I felt a tiny but unmistakable twinge in my pussy. Mentally talking to my sex drive, I reminded myself that I couldn't give in to wild passions because of my marital status but must be ready for Asher whenever he wants me, the