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“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

The risk felt intoxicating. In his class, Elena always sat in the third row, right in his line of sight if he ever bothered to look. Most days, he didn’t. But that didn’t stop her. While his low, serious voice filled the room, lecturing about ancient battles or scandalous affairs between kings and their forbidden lovers, her hand would slowly slide under the desk. She pressed her thighs tight together at first, feeling the heat building between her legs. Then her fingers would slip under her skirt, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her panties right on her swollen clit. She had to bite her lip hard enough to taste blood just to stay quiet as he paced between the desks. The fear of gettin

No wonder she was so popular with the guys — she was pure sex. I slipped off my sweatpants, feeling embarrassed by my plain undies. Kate didn’t care. She ripped them off and tossed them aside like they offended her, then laid me back on the sofa. She started kissing me slowly, paying filthy attention to every nook and crevice of my body, exploring me, finding new erogenous zones my many messy trysts with guys had never discovered. I was almost cumming before she even reached my nipples. Her hot mouth wandered from my lips to my ears and neck, then down to my chest, making my body buck and writhe, begging for more.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

He poured it directly onto my entrance before rubbing the tip of his dick against it. The pressure I felt was immediate as he pushed his hips forward. The pain was sharp as he stretched my tight little hole inch by inch. I gasped, digging my fingers into the sheets, but Cedric slid beneath me, his lean body positioned perfectly. His dick lubed up from my saliva earlier nudged my wet folds. "As you wish," he said, thrusting up in one fluid motion, filling my pussy to the brim. Lucien's girthy cock split my ass while Cedric's long dick hit past my cervix.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.