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Her Professor's Pet READY
READY“What?”He cocked his head to the side, studying me. The glint in his eyes ever present. “I said, why should I? Because let’s be frank, this information is gold. And you have enough gold to sustain me and my drop out habits.” The information registers in my mind, what he was saying. “Are you.. are you asking me to pay for your silence right now?”He clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers in my direction, a broad smile on his face. “You are smart too. A complete package. Want to trade places with me?” he asks Vaughn. I stare at both of them in complete bewilderment. I didn’t know Jeff, so I could not tell if the grin on his face was that of a criminal mastermind or I was imagining things. Vaughn heaves the sigh of someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders as he arranges our dinner. “She won't be paying you.”That sentence gives me the boost I did not know I needed. I spin on my heels to face Jeff, with my hands on my hips, I square
Her Professor's Pet HAPPY
HAPPY He gently leads me towards his bedroom. I have been in there countless times, I never once saw a painting of me. But trusting him and clinging on to his soft palms, I follow him all the way, to be honest I would go anywhere as long as he was leading me. I hadn’t noticed it before, since I was always out of it when i was in this room, but there was another door leading to another room, in his room. And I knew that wasn’t the bathroom as the bathroom door was opposite the door of this mysterious room. Was it where he kept the photos? Or was that a secret, sex, torture room. I won't even bother wondering why I thought of that or why the thought of it bring a secret sex room, excited me. “Not there.” He says, tugging on my arm when I move towards the secret room. Obediently, I turn away from the room and follow him. He goes to his head board, drops my hand and lifts the gigantic painting of the sea, I watch him in anticipation, my palms sweaty, and my throat
Her Professor's Pet PERFECT
PERFECT“I think he is especially happier.” He buries his face in my hair but I know that he is red in the face. He was still nerdy professor after all. “Of course he is, the most beautiful person on the planet is in front of me. It would be weird if he wasn’t excited.” This time I laugh. “So we do something about it then?” “Something about what?”I make gagging sounds and he chuckles into my hair. “No ma'am. I was only able to hold back the last time by some miracle. I’m certain I won’t hold back anymore.” “Nobody asked you to hold back. As a matter of fact, please, stop holding back.” He playfully pinches my arm. I hiss, even though i could barely feel it. “This was just one date. Nine more to go.” I groan, “You are so high maintenance. You can hold yourself back, but what about me? I am dealing with a flood here. And if care isn’t taken, I won’t be able to hold on and just let it go, and the whole of California would be flooded. So save the planet,
Her Professor's Pet EXPERTISE
EXPERTISE“Priscilla Jacobs. Daughter and only child to the Dean of our school. Great.” I mutter to myself as I scroll through Priscilla’s social media. Her husband's face was always out of the frame, even in their wedding photos. He either had a sticker covering his face or had just his arm in the frame. But that’s okay, this was my area of expertise. It was quite easy to find him actually, almost like he wanted to be found. He had dropped a single rose emoji comments on all of her posts, and she ignored it but responded to other comments. “Billy Jones.” I murmur and proceed to find out everything the internet had on Billy Jones. My jaw dropped at the words that were used to describe him, genius, billionaire, the future. That was to be expected, after all he was the owner of almost everything tech. “Wow, i was unable to find her husband. You are good at this.” Jake says from over my shoulder, causing me to jump. “You scared me.” I whisper harshly as I scan
Her Professor's Pet IMPENDING
IMPENDING When he showed zero interest in joining me for a bath, I was quite frankly, disappointed. And maybe a little bit relieved. I needed time to get my priorities in order, tell myself what was more important, the sex and the impending orgasms. Priscilla should be the least of my worries. So when I emerge from the bathroom, I’m surprised to see that he laid out one of his grey T-shirts and shorts for me. That only meant one thing. He expected me to spend the night. I do not try to erase the grin that may or may not look deranged. “The shorts don’t fit.” I tell him as a appear at the doorway to the kitchen. He paused what he was doing, making me a sandwich because I was craving one, to stare at me. With my wet hair wrapped in one of his fluffy white towels, and dressed in his shirt that stopped just above my thighs and was three sizes too large for my small frame. I pull on the waist line of his shorts, there was space enough for two of me. “And it kee
Her Professor's Pet STREAM
STREAM He sucks in a breath as my finger tips trail an invisible line in between my thighs. I suck in my lower lip, his fingers, no longer needing my guidance, move along, expertly, caressing and moulding the flesh in between my legs. My hands grip his shoulders for support, and his other hand adjusts my hands on his shoulders, so that I was hugging him. His other hand stayed under my shirt, or his shirt, squeezing and moulding my skin, moving upwards until he cups my core in the palm of his hand. I let out a shiver and a breath as he does. He groans into my ear and the sound of it is so arousing, I felt myself clench and unclench in his hand. “So fucking hot.” He murmurs.“Does.. does it remind you of inside of your house?” I ask, gasping. He chuckles, but squeezes me in his palm. I gasp in pleasure.“It’s hotter than inside my house...” He starts as he pins me between himself and a giant boulder. “And you know how I feel about hot places.” He say
Her Professor's Pet CONSUMED
CONSUMED I try to clamp my legs shut mid stream, but he pries them apart, receiving the blast of the stream that poured out of me. I pinch my nipples from the material of his shirt. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmygod.” I repeat over and over as ripples of pleasure washes over me. When the squirt stops to pour out of me, he crawled to me, his tongue darts between my legs and he sweeps the inside of me with his tongue, cleaning both sides of my lips and the middle of my pussy. I stand there shivering in pleasure and my eyes rolled back. When he was satisfied with the work he had done, he comes back up, and I collapse against his body. My knees too weak to hold my entire body upright. He pulls me into a hug. “For the longest time, I have wondered how you would taste.”“And? Did you like it?” “Like it? I love it. You smell so good and taste even better. You are incredible. I can eat you out all day, every day.” I imagine this being my life all day, everyday
Her Professor's Pet PLEASE
PLEASE He suddenly turns and faces me. I meet his stare with wide eyes, I was not expecting his reaction, or any reaction at all. He holds my arms in place. His eyes were dark now, like a sea in a storm. If I peer into them longer, I was certain I would feel wind from the sea. “What are you doing to me?” he growled. I open my mouth to respond and he roughly presses his mouth against mine, his tongue slips into my mouth, sweeping it’s way around my tongue. I take an unbalanced step backwards and he slips an arm around my waist, pulls me close to him and presses our bodies together. We stumble into the room together, our mouths still pressed together and his tongue still scouring the insides of my mouth. I moan into his mouth as his hand comes up to my breasts, he cups the left one in his hand, and squeezes. I groan when he pinches the nipple between his thumb and fore finger. We tumble on the bed in a heap of conjoined lips, and I land on top of him. His mout
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