The Ultimate Smut Collection 1 & 2
Published by Carl S East
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Copyright 2011 - Carl S East
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Story 1 – The Stepmother’s Sins
Story 4 – My Teacher, My Master
Story 6 – Porn Star Experience
Story 9 – Her Brother’s dirty secret
Story 11 - Disciplinary Action
Story 12 - Jukebox Jezebel (Daddy's Wild Ride #1)
Story 13 - Preparing for Spring Break
Story 15 - Nurse Tiffany bathes me
Story 16 - Slut for Hire: Escort Confessions
Story 17 - Sissy's Pretty Kitty
Story 19 - His Daughter's Best Friend
By Carl East
As I write this down I’m feeling the guilt of several years, years that I’ve sinned more times than I can remember. I was thirty-six when it all began, and I can remember it like it was yesterday. My name is Caroline and I’m a divorced stepmother of two (from a previous marriage), both of them are eighteen. The twins were born one minute apart, first came Alan and then Rodney, and unfortunately their real mother died from complications during birth.
I brought them up as best I could after their father left us and divorced me, but being alone meant it was hard work. I don’t regret any of that though, as I have a loving family and the fact that their father was never around didn’t seemed to bother them. At the age of eighteen both, Rodney and Alan were clearly becoming men.
It was a week after their eighteenth birthday that the sins I talked about started to happen. I was taking a shower, after a day spent in the garden digging up the weeds. I was enjoying the water cascading over my body, and the soap taking the sweat away, when I spotted movement in the mirror on the wall opposite me. I merely glanced at first and could see my stepson Rodney watching me as I showered, and for whatever reason, I didn’t say anything.
In hindsight, I suppose I should’ve scolded him for spying on his stepmother, but then I noticed that he was actually playing with himself as he watched. He clearly didn’t realize that the mirror was a two-way deal, as he stood there not even aware that I could see him. Until now, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at what he was playing with, as it rather intrigued me that I was turning my stepson on. When I did catch sight of it, I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was actually bigger than his father was and his father wasn’t a small person, at least not in that department.
I think it was the memory of his father’s cock that got me thinking erotic thoughts, and before I knew it, I was giving my stepson a show. I placed one leg onto the bath side and facing the mirror, I then put some shower gel into one hand before washing between my legs, and I lingered far longer than I would’ve done normally. He must have seen every inch of my pussy, and I wondered what thoughts were going through his dirty little mind.
It wasn’t long after that that he stepped back and out of view, and I’m guessing had a hand full of semen to dispose of. To my knowledge, Rodney hadn’t been with someone of the opposite sex yet, and this must have been an exciting moment for him. I knew he had men’s magazines in his room, even though he’d tried to hide them, but you can’t beat the real thing no matter how good your imagination is. I finished cleaning myself up, and got dressed. When I got downstairs, Rodney was making himself a drink and I decided not to say anything.
It was two days later when things took a turn for what was going to become a guilt trip for me for some time to come. I’d just had a shower and because I knew that Rodney and Alan had gone into town, I just placed a short towel around myself and went down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. The towel barely covered my ass, but being alone meant that it didn’t matter. I was bending down near to the kitchen sink when Rodney hobbled in and must have caught one hell of a sight. I stood up clutching the towel around me, such as it was, and then asked him what was wrong as I could see he was in some discomfort.
“Some stupid kid in the mall tried to jump a waste basket with his skateboard and ended up head-butting me between the legs when he didn’t make it,” he said, wincing with pain.
I tried my very hardest not to laugh, but it was the way he explained it, I could visualize the incident. Had I been there I probably would’ve laughed my head off, but I think I only managed to keep it to a smile. I could see though that he was in considerable pain, and that made me act.
“Ok, take your trousers off, and I’ll apply an ice pack to it,” I said, trying to seem more sympathetic.
He took his pants down and I grabbed an icepack from the freezer, and once I placed it over his crotch and over his briefs, he just held it there.
“That should bring the swelling out as well as the bruise, and for god sake leave it there for at least ten minutes,” I said, knowing that it would ease the pain.
As I backed off, I could see him staring at my legs, and got conscious of what he may have seen when he first walked in so I went upstairs and put some clothes on. By the time, I got back down stairs he was doubled over in pain, and I felt for him. I then sat him down and took the ice pack away; I felt I had to see what was hurting him so much. He objected at first, but I insisted that he let me have a look.
When he finally agreed I told him to pull his briefs down, and although he hesitated he did remove them. I tried not to stare at the semi-hard cock before me, and instead looked at the area he was groaning about. He had a large black bruise around the right side of his testicles, and a fair bit of swelling, but he was going to live. At least that’s what I told him, and then I rubbed a cream into the affected area. It was while doing that that his cock started to grow, and at first, I just ignored it. However, the bigger it got the harder it was to ignore, until finally I told him to put his briefs back on.
I couldn’t get the sight of that cock out of my mind for the next two hours, and I think it was because of that incident that I went to his room to check up on him. He was feeling much better and thanked me for using the cream, which seemed to help. I told him I needed to see the bruise again, only this time he didn’t hesitate. He pulled his briefs down and laid it bare for me to inspect, and once again, my eyes were taken by his semi-hard cock, long before I looked at the bruise.
The swelling had gone down, and the bruise seemed to be a lighter color. As I put some more cream on, he started to get hard again, only this time I watched it with some fascination. His father had been a big man, but he was even bigger. I carried on rubbing until I could see that his cock was at its full length, and then I realized that my hand had wandered up and along the base of his cock, as if it had a life of its own. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but the feel of his throbbing meat in the palm of my hand seemed to excite me beyond reason.
My mind was screaming out for me to let go and back away, but I felt compelled to slide my hand along its full length. It was a magnificent specimen, and the more I felt and looked down on it the stronger the urge became to go further. I then looked up only to find he had his eyes closed, and I could imagine him wishing for me to go further. I allowed it to pass through my hand, and felt its beat as the blood pulsed through it. Looking down again, the end of his cock was engorged as if all the blood was travelling to that one spot. I allowed the ridge to squeeze passed my fingers, and then pulled it back through again. He let out a soft moan of satisfaction, but when I looked up, he still had his eyes closed.
The moment seemed to hang, and then my mind made a decision, a decision I’d have to live with for the rest of my life. I slowly leaned forward and allowed the end of his hardened cock to pass my lips, and felt his legs shudder as the sensation of my tongue licking the ridge reached his senses. I could feel the dampness between my own legs building, and the feel of his throbbing cock on my tongue.
I allowed it in further letting my saliva cover the first three inches, and then held the base. His soft moans and the way his hips lifted slightly to gain more depth made me wetter still. I then tried to see how much of his meat I could get into my mouth, and stopped short of it hitting the back of my throat. I slid my head back up, and then let it drop once more picking up the speed. I could feel the blood squeezing passed my hand as I gently held the base to keep it straight, and I so wanted to feel something between my legs.
I reached a hand down and began to rub myself over my panties, and all the time sucking harder and faster. When his groans of pleasure began to get louder, I knew that he was close but I didn’t want him to cum. ‘Not yet,’ I thought, and squeezed the base hard to stop it from happening. I then stopped and looked up once again; he looked back but didn’t say anything.
“I want to feel this thing inside me?” I said, tightening my grip on his cock.
I stood up and watched him intently, and then sat astride his manhood. With one hand, I positioned it and then lowered myself onto it. I was so wet at that point, that I had no trouble allowing it to sink deep inside me, and once down I began to rock back and forth. I came very shortly after that initial contact, and then picked up the pace. I wanted my next orgasm to be more than a ripple of pleasure; I wanted it to rock my world.
Faster and faster, I fucked him, and the wet sounds of my ass slapping his thighs as I moved with a purpose were audible around the room. He started to groan as before, and with each rise and fall, I knew that I was getting closer and closer to my goal. When it hit I had time to feel his meat for three more strokes before he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. My orgasm had started and nothing was going to stop it now, and from the very first moment the tingling started in my feet I knew it would travel up my legs and finish around my crotch.
When it did, I collapsed onto the bed next to him to regain my composure. Only then, did any guilt cross my mind. I dismissed it. When I looked over at him again, he was cleaning himself up and putting his pants back on. Without saying anything, I did the same and then left the room.
The next day was as if nothing had ever happened; Rodney didn’t say anything about the day before and for obvious reasons it troubled me. I guess I was looking for some explanation as to why it had happened, and thought that talking about it would free me from the guilt that was creeping into my mind. Rodney had to go to work that day, but Alan was staying home on an official day off. He was acting suspiciously though, and I started to think that he knew something.
Alan was the artistic one of the two; he was an artist and was pretty good at it. It was more a hobby to him though, but over the years, he’d improved; only he couldn’t see it. Anyway, as soon as Rodney had gone he wanted to ask me a question, and I could see that he was having difficulty coming out with it.
“Ok, what do you want to ask me?” I said, taking the lead.
“I was wondering mom if you would do me the honor of posing for a picture, I wouldn’t ask but I’ve found it difficult to find anyone willing to pose for a couple of hours?”
I didn’t know what to say at first, and then I realized that my stepson was just asking me to pose for him, and that’s no big deal.
“I’d be happy to Alan, what sort of pose would you like me to make?”
“I wouldn’t be too quick to agree just yet mom, mainly because I’m after a nude picture,” replied Alan.
“You’re joking right?”
“No, I’ve always admired how well you look after your body, so it would be perfect for what I’m looking for,” said Alan.
“I don’t know Alan, I mean a nude pose is very intimate, and other people would no doubt get to see your work,” I replied, not completely unopposed to the idea.
“That’s true, but they’d have to see you to be able to say that the model was you,” he said.
“Ok…but, well I don’t know, are you alright with it?”
“Yes I’m fine with it, I’ve wanted to capture you on paper for some time now, but I just never had the guts to ask you.”
“Ok, when do you want to do this?” I said.
“There’s no time like the present,” he replied.
I had to admit, as I walked up the stairs, I was excited about doing this. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and the thought that someone, even my stepson, ogling my body was a turn on for me. I quickly undressed, and then slipped on my robe and went back down stairs.
“Ok, are you ready?” I asked.
“Ready when you are,” he replied.
I didn’t look at him; I just took the robe off and sat down ready for him to begin. I’ve always been proud of my figure and do look after myself, with a ten-minute workout every morning. My breasts have always been perky and have stood the test of time, but I could feel that my nipples were already hard as I sat down and wondered if Alan would notice.
As if in reply to my thoughts, he came over to the chair and positioned me so that I was facing at a slight angle, and then back to his easel.
“You know mom, I’ve got to say, you have perfect breasts,” he said, taking me completely by surprise.
“Thank you Alan, that’s very nice of you to say,” I replied.
I sat perfectly still for the next hour and managed to glance over at him working, he clearly took this very seriously and I was proud of him for that. When he told me I could take a five-minute break, I quickly put my robe back on and walked over to see what he’d done so far. It turned out to be his best work, although he hadn’t finished yet. He’d started on my face and had captured the chin bone perfectly, and he’d also just started on the breasts and I had to admit I was impressed.
“You seem to be doing this one far better than any of the others I’ve seen?” I said, admiring it.
“It’s because of the model I’m using; your body is the motivating force behind my work.”
I didn’t know what to say to that remark; I’d never seen Alan pay any attention to me, not like his brother anyway. It started to make me wonder if he looked upon me like Rodney did, and then it struck me. I wondered if Rodney had told him about what we’d done the day before, and that’s why he’d gotten up the guts to ask me to pose. I decided to find out. When he asked me if I was ready again, I slipped my robe off and sat down. I then opened my legs a little wider than before, but turned my torso to pose in the same way as before.
He didn’t seem to react at first, and I knew exactly what I was showing him. Then I noticed the bulge in his pants, and couldn’t help wondering if he was anything like his brother. That thought made me think of the day before, and then I realized that I was getting wet. My mind can be so one tracked at times, and with Alan looking at me so intently it just made it imagine even more.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t seem to concentrate mom,” he said, placing his pencil onto the easel. “You have got such a great body that I’m starting to think improper thoughts, I guess we’ll just have to finish this some other day.”
“What thoughts would they be?” I said, all innocently.
“Oh it doesn’t matter, you can put your robe back on now,” he replied.
“No, I’m interested to know what you mean by improper thoughts.” I said, already knowing the answer.
“Well…Rodney told me about what happened with you and him yesterday, and I keep imagining the same things happening to me,” he replied, looking mostly at the floor.
‘Bingo…I knew that was it,’ I thought, getting up from the chair and walking over to him.
“Would you like to?” I said, without any remorse.
I then ran my hand over the growing bulge in his pants, taking him completely by surprise. In an instant, I could feel the outline of his hardening cock, and knew that he was indeed built like his brother. I knew at that point that I’d have to take the lead, and as I rubbed his crotch, I also rubbed up against him with my nakedness. I don’t think he knew what to do, or how to react, until I slipped the zip down on his pants, and placed my hand inside.
That first touch of his hot rod, as it ran over the palm of my hand was electric. Without letting go, I unfastened his pants and they fell around his ankles, which left me free to pull his boxers off. His cock popped out like a spring-loaded jack in a box, and stood proud. I then got to my knees, and with one swift movement, I grabbed it and then fed it to my mouth. His cock was warm and throbbing, and his moans of pleasure were egging me on.
I looked up to see the expression on his face, to find he had his head thrown back and was moaning pleasurably to every touch of my tongue licking the ridge of his cock. It had taken eighteen years of hard work to bring my stepsons up, but just two days to seduce them both. I cupped his balls and squeezed gently as he began to thrust forward, and in response to that thrusting I allowed his meat in further.
He did start to get a little over excited though and I had to place my hands onto his hips to restrict his movements. I noticed that I could get his meat in a little further than his bothers, and then realized that his cock seemed more flexible. Rodney’s was as stiff as a metal bar but Alan’s seemed to give a little each time it entered my throat, and I was enjoying the sensation of it sliding in. My nipples were standing out like chapel hat pegs, and I was so wet from all the groaning of pleasure.
Alan took me by surprise, unlike Rodney, because he began to warn me that he was going to cum and I didn’t care. When he did cum, it fairly exploded onto my tongue and I started to suck him harder. His legs wobbled, and he almost lost his balance when I wouldn’t stop until he’d been drained. When I did he was still hard, and I stood up.
“Take me from behind?” I said, turning around and bending over the table.
He didn’t hesitate, he positioned himself between my legs and after fumbling for a moment, he entered me. That very first thrust made me bite my lip, and as I closed my eyes and gripped the table, he began to pound his meat into me. I came within two minutes, and wanted to feel the big one that I knew would come if he just kept going. Minutes went by and two spasms later and then the big one hit. It started in my toes and worked its way up my thighs before striking my pussy, and my pussy muscles gripped his cock tightly. He had to force the last few thrusts in as I climaxed around his cock, and laid my head on the table to recover. He then pulled out and came all over my back, much to my delight. He cleaned me up with some tissue, and then we sat down to talk.
“I’ve wanted to do that for ages, but I always thought it was an obsession, one which I would grow out of,” he said, finally confessing his fantasy.
“I’ve been noticing you and Rodney for a few months now, and I was having those same fantasies. I don’t know why though, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that we’re not blood related or that you both look like your father, you’re even built like him.”
We talked for a while after that, and he seemed to want to communicate his feelings, unlike Rodney, who didn’t want to let them out. When Rodney came home that night, he greeted me warmly and asked what we did all day, so I told him. He was shocked that I would talk about it all so openly, but I figured why beat about the bush. We watched a film, and towards ten o’clock I started to feel tired, so I called it a night and went to bed.
I slept really well that night and had the most amazing dream about them both. It started with one of them licking my clit, and the other one sucking on my nipples. I could feel myself getting wet, and found out why when I suddenly opened my eyes. The Guys were in my bed, with Rodney licking my pussy, and Alan sucking at a nipple that was rock hard. My first thought was, ‘could life get any better than this,’ and then Alan saw that I was awake.
He came up the bed and kneeled on it near to my head, and when I looked down, he had his cock in his hand and pointing it at me. I leaned over and let it enter my mouth, and he then started to slide it in and out. Before long he had a good rhythm going, and was able to judge how much to push in, without causing me to gag. While he was fucking my mouth, Rodney was now holding my legs apart and sliding into position on his knees.
When he pushed inside me, I had a mouth full of cock, and left it there for a few seconds as the sensations of being fucked at the same time over took me. I then held onto Alan’s meat and started to suck on the end, while Rodney was lifting my butt off the bed and had my legs spread as far as they would go while he pounded me with that magnificent cock of his. I came three times in short succession, and when Rodney came, I was experiencing tiny ripples or aftershocks if you will, which made me want to suck on Alan’s cock even harder.
When he came, it was in my throat and the sensation of his cream splashing onto the roof of my mouth made me pump him with my hand in order to get every last drop out. I felt slutty after it was all over, but my bad side was telling me “fuck it, you’re having fun,” and we all collapsed onto the bed. We have sex all the time now, and I never thought I’d say this but they’re wearing me out, but what a way to go.
The End
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“Goddamn it, Emily!” Professor Blackwell slammed his fist onto his desk, sending papers spilling off the edge. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Get it done right this time or get the hell out of my office!”
Emily nodded and looked down at her clasped hands. She’d done it again—forgotten to enter the grades into the new system. Now she’d have to redo everything.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” The professor moved around the desk, now so close to her that she could smell the light musk of his cologne.
She sucked in a breath, afraid to speak for the moment. When he was close like this, she could barely think. He was so devastatingly handsome, especially for an older man. His sandy hair was graying at the temples, but she could tell that beneath his tweed jacket and button up shirt he was still strong—his body hard from years of exercise. She’d asked to be his TA specifically to be closer to him, but when he was in a temper like this, he made her feel like a child.
“I’m waiting, Emily.”
She shivered at the deep edge in his voice. That tone always meant he was deadly serious.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She winced. How could she have forgotten that, too? “I’m sorry, Professor.”
He always demanded that she call him that, never dropping the icy informality even when they were alone together after class. Truth be told, she enjoyed it. It made him seem even more distinguished. More untouchable.
“What am I supposed to do with you? You can’t follow even the simplest instructions, can you, girl?”
His eyes raked over her body, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks under his scrutiny. She looked up into his hazel eyes. They darkened as his gaze dropped to her tight sweater and below to her short, pleated skirt. Heat pooled between her legs, and she bit her lip. God, he was sexy. How does he do this to me when he’s acting so cold?
He stepped closer, towering over her. “Maybe a punishment is in order. Perhaps that will improve your memory.”
She shivered at his tone, low and dangerous. “A punishment?”
He raised an eyebrow.
Shit. “I mean, a punishment, Professor?”
He ran a hand over his lips, looking her over once again. “Yes, I think so. You definitely need to learn some discipline.”
Without saying a word, he crossed the room and pulled down the shade on his office door. The lock snapped shut.
“Professor, I-“
“Silence.”
She closed her mouth as he turned slowly around.
“You will be quiet until I tell you to speak.”
He walked around her in a slow circle, his brow knitted in concentration. She had to urge to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. The way he was staring unnerved her. What was he going to do? The building was usually empty at this time of night except for janitors and the occasional student teacher grading papers. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She crossed her arms over her chest.
“No. Hands at your sides until I decide what’s to be done with you.”
She complied, moving her hands to her sides even as she wondered if she should make a break for it. He stopped behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Despite her anxiety, she wanted to reach back and touch him, to run her hands over those strong thighs, but she held still, her hands balled into fists. What is wrong with me?
“You’re a very beautiful girl, Emily, but looks won’t get you anywhere in this world.”
He swept her dark hair over her shoulder, and she trembled beneath his rough fingertips. His thumb trailed over her throat.
“A girl like you needs discipline. Isn’t that right? You may speak.”
She was breathless. Just that simple touch made her pussy throb. She should be afraid, not turned on, but she couldn’t help her body’s response to this man.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s something you crave, isn’t it, when you’re alone with your thoughts? Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”
She suppressed a moan at those words. The power behind them filled her with longing. She’d fantasized about him for so long. Wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her, but she could never bring herself to tell him. He was her Professor. She thought he’d never look at her the way she looked at him.
“Yes… Professor.”
He wrapped his hand gently through her hair, then gave it one sharp yank. “Do you trust me to give it to you?”
She gasped. Did she trust him? The heat between her legs said she did.
“I trust you, Professor.”
“Very good.” He moved away from her, and the air behind her felt cold and empty. “Bend over my desk, Emily. Put your hands flat in front of you, and hold still.”
Emily’s mind reeled. Bend over his desk? She did as he commanded, though slowly, weighing his words. She leaned over the surface, spreading her fingers out over the wood. Air hit the backs of her thighs as her skirt hiked up, and she instantly wished she’d something more modest. Her knee socks didn’t offer much in the way of coverage.
The Professor moved behind her, and she waited, half expecting to hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. This was all so surreal.
Would I let him, she wondered. If he wanted to fuck me? He was twice her age, but… Oh, God, she would. Her clit throbbed between her legs, and she could tell just from thinking about it that she was wet, ready. Could he smell her arousal?
The moment stretched until she wondered if he’d left the room, then without warning, his hand came down hard on her ass. Smack. She jumped, crying out.
“Shh, Emily. This is what happens to forgetful girls who make mistakes.”
His large hand moved up under her skirt, rubbing over the place he’d just slapped. He lifted the fabric up, exposing her to his view. She kept her head forward, but could almost feel his eyes crawling over her. Her white cotton panties didn’t hide much, and she bit her lip. Could he see the wet spot? Can he tell how turned on I am? Oh, God…
His hand came down again, harder, and she whimpered. It stung so badly, but behind the pain was a sharp thrill of pleasure. Her nipples hardened, pressing onto the desk through her thin sweater. He spanked her again, and again, making her jump.
“This is what you get, Emily.” Smack. “This is what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.” Smack. Smack.
Her ass was on fire, and she squirmed beneath his hand.
“Hold still, dammit, or you’ll get worse! Relax, and keep your hands on the desk.”
She tried to relax as he landed blow after blow onto her ass. Tears stung her eyes, but pleasure stabbed through her with each hit. Her legs were trembling by the time he stopped. His breathing behind her was ragged. He ran his hand over her ass, kneading the abused flesh.
“What’s this, Emily?” His tone was harsh, and she winced. “Did you like that punishment? Look at you. You’re soaking wet. You’re not supposed to like it, you naughty girl.”
His hand pushed her thighs apart, and he fingered the wet crotch of her panties. She squirmed beneath his touch, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but her body thrilling as his finger touched her folds, tender and swollen with arousal.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson at all,” he growled. He pushed a finger into her through the fabric, and she gasped. “I’ll make sure you never forget, girl. I’ll make sure you learn your lesson well.” He pushed her panties aside and slid his finger in deeper, pumping it in and out. “Do you think you’ve had enough, Emily, or should I punish you further? Speak.”
She didn’t know if she could. His hand gripped her stinging ass hard, but his finger slowly fucking her was making heat coil within her. It’s really happening… He’s touching me. If he kept this up, she was going to come, and she desperately wanted to—needed to.
“Punish… me…” she gasped.
“Punish me, what?” He shoved a second finger inside and finger fucked her harder.
Her orgasm was building fast now, and her nipples rubbing over the desk were adding to the sensations overwhelming her.
“You answer me, Emily!”
Oh, God. She was going to come on him right then. She cried out as he plowed his fingers into her, pushing her against the desk. “Punish… me… Professor!” As she said the last word, she crested, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she rode the wave. He held still, feeling her channel pulse around him, silent behind her.
“That’s more like it.”
He removed his fingers, and she went limp against the desk.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed, and he held his fingers in front of her face. They were slick with her juices.
“You’ve made a mess of things, haven’t you? Clean them off.”
Her brow wrinkled, and she looked around for a cloth or a box of tissues.
“No, Emily. Suck them clean.”
She hesitated, eyes widening. She’d tasted herself once in private, licking the tip of her finger after she’d fingered herself, imagining being fucked by Professor Blackwell. She leaned closer and slowly ran her tongue over his fingers. The juices tasted musky with a hint of saltiness. She licked at them greedily, then sucked his fingers into her mouth to be sure the job was done to his liking.
The Professor was watching with hungry eyes. “Very good. But don’t think you can get off that easy.” His eyes moved downward. “Take off your clothes.”
Emily chewed her lip, suddenly self-conscious.
“Do as I say, Emily.”
With trembling hands, she pulled her sweater up over her head and let it fall to the ground. She slowly unbuttoned her skirt on the side and cast it aside as well. She kicked off her shoes and started to take off her knee highs, but the Professor stopped her.
“Leave those on, but take off your bra and panties.”
She did as she was told, her fingers trembling as she undid the clasp on her bra and her breasts bounced free. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and slid then down over her leg. She stood up, and her nipples hardened when she saw how intently he was gazing at her.
He approached with the deadly grace of a predator, but she didn’t flinch when he moved close, and kept her hands at her sides. He reached out, rubbing his palms over her breasts and she moaned, delighting in the feel of his skin on hers. He pinched a nipple hard, and she gasped.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He leaned down and grabbed her roughly by the waist, placing her on the desk. She cried out as her sore ass hit the desk. “My assistant. Mine to do with as I please.” Then, his mouth was on her breasts, licking her nipples, lavving her soft skin. His mouth closed on one, and he suckled her until she squealed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer and felt his rock hard erection pressing against her core.
“Oh, God, yes, Professor,” she gasped. “Yes. I’m yours.”
He bit her breast hard, leaving a mark.
“Good, girl.” His hands roamed over her body, leaving trails of heat behind. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire. “Get on your knees.”
She obeyed immediately, kneeling before him, hungrily eying the bulge in his slacks.
“I want you to suck my cock, Emily.”
She sighed happily and unzipped his pants, releasing him from his boxers. His cock was the biggest she’d seen, and she hoped she’d be able to take it all. She leaned forward and licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip, eliciting a low moan from the Professor. Her tongue swirled around the head, then moved in lazy circles over the shaft. He tasted amazing, and she savored each moment.
“Take me inside your mouth.”
She slid her lips over his cock, taking him in inch by inch. He growled and put his hand on her head, pushing her forward to take more, faster. She gagged, then recovered, taking him balls deep. He hit the back of her throat.
“That’s right. That’s a good girl.”
He began to move, holding her head, fucking her face as she sucked him. She reached up and cupped his balls, squeezing his ass with the other hand. It was too good to be true. She loved sucking cock, and the idea of tasting this man she’d lusted after for so long… Delicious. She couldn’t wait for him to cum in her mouth and sucked him even harder.
Suddenly, he stopped bucking his hips into her mouth, and pulled her hair, forcing her look up at him.
“Not yet. Stand up.”
She frowned as she got to her feet. “Did I do something wrong?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Did I tell you to speak? Also, you’re forgetting again.”
“Shit! I meant Professor… and, I’m sorry.”
She looked away, but he put his hand on her chin and turned her gaze back to his.
“That’s the last time, love.” He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and slapped her hard on her ass. She screeched into his mouth as he hit the tender skin, then deepened the kiss, clinging to him.
When he broke away, his pupils were dark and full of lust. He took of his jacket and crossed the room, sitting down in a wooden chair by the window. His cock was still out, and he wrapped it in his fist.
“Get over here and fuck me until I come in that tight little pussy of yours.”
Without hesitation, she crossed the room, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She rubbed her naked pussy over the length of him, teasing him, then licked her palm and ran it over his cock, lubricating it. Not that I’m not soaking wet already, she thought. She lifted up and eased down onto him, groaning as he filled her the brim.
“God, you are tight,” he said between gritted teeth. “Ride my cock, Emily.”
He put his hands on her ass, his fingers digging into her as she leaned forward, moving slowly up and down on his shaft. Her pussy clenched, and he sucked in a breath. He leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as she moved. She moaned, holding onto his shoulders and grinding up and down on his cock. The smell of his aftershave was in her nostrils, and his tongue on her nipple was driving her over the edge. He reached back and slapped her ass, urging her on, then bit down hard on her tender nub.
She yelled, pleasure spiraling up within her and something inside of her broke loose. She rode him like a wild child, his chair banging against the wall as she fucked him.
“Shh, Emily!” The Professor grabbed her and stood up, his cock still inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he carried her to the desk and laid her down. He pumped in and out of her, and she writhed beneath him, pulling him toward her with her thighs.
“There. Might. Still. Be. Someone. Here.” He punctuated his words with the thrusts of his cock.
She arched her back, her breasts moving with each rough stroke, her hands gripping each side of the desk for dear life. He lifted her hips up, driving into her, shaking the desk on the carpet. Her pleasure was building, ready to spill over again. When he reached between her legs and pinched her swollen clit, she came undone, bucking and wailing as he pistoned in and out.
He leaned over and covered her mouth, fucking her even harder as her pussy clenched around him. She loved the feeling of him on top of her, holding her down as she came all over his cock. The look in his eyes, just inches away from hers told her he was close. With one more thrust, he grunted and she felt his hot cum pumping inside of her. He collapsed over her body, his head resting on one of her breasts.
She laced her fingers through his hair, now curling up with sweat on the back of his neck and inhaled the scent of him. He moved in and out of her lazily a few times before finally pulling out and standing up. She lay there, displayed for him, with his cum trickling onto her thigh, wondering what would happen next. What this meant.
He breathed deeply and pulled his pants up, staring at her naked before him. She looked down and saw the bite mark on her breast—red against her pale skin, like a souvenir.
“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Emily,” he said. “If you make another mistake, you’ll be severely punished for it. You may speak.”
She sat up, her heart beating rapidly. “I understand, Professor. It won’t happen again.” Was he going to dismiss her?
“I doubt that very much. A forgetful, sloppy girl like you is bound to make mistakes. Just know that if you do, I’ll be watching.” His lips twitched upward in a smirk. “I don’t tolerate sub-standard work.”
She smiled to herself and began gathering her clothing. Well, then…
“In fact, Emily, I think it’s best that you and I set up daily meetings to review your work. I don’t want you growing complacent.”
She nodded as she snapped her bra in place. He wanted her back tomorrow, and the day after that…
“Yes, Professor.”
The End
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By Lola Swain
My mother is fucking my stepbrother Billy.
She’s cheating on her husband, stepfather to me and my brother Dylan, Michael.
I can’t really blame her I suppose. My stepbrother, besides being chauvinistic, opinionated and bordering on sociopathic, is hot. Billy is twenty-years-old, in college studying to be a lawyer, tall, dark, handsome, an aspiring manipulative prick. Yes, I wanted him.
I remember a quote, something Agatha Christie said: “Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.” It’s true, no?
After he found out I saw my mother and him fucking, he came to my room in the middle of the night. I woke up with his hand over my mouth and his hard body on top of mine. I went to sleep after he made me lick his cum off my sheets while he watched. What happened in between, well it left an impression.
He branded my brain with something that makes me crave him. Before he left, he threatened me. Well he believed it was a threat, but to me it was a promise; the hope of more from him. He told me if I told my stepfather Michael about him and my mother, I would get it ten times worse than he gave it to me that night. And that’s all I needed to hear. And I decided to tell my stepfather about Billy and my mother. I needed to find out what ten times worse with Billy felt like when what I got felt as good as it did.
As I sat at the breakfast table with my stepsister Jessica, my brother Dylan, Michael and my mother Lana, I thought about my evening with Billy. Thought about how he whipped my ass with his leather belt, how he got behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my soaking wet pussy until we both came. How he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my face into the spot on my bed where he came and made me lick his sweet jizz off the bed. The ache came back to my pussy as I was recalling the details of our tryst.
“Kitten, are you feeling alright?” My mother asked me.
“Yeah, you look kind of flush,” my stepsister Jessica, said.
I ignored them. I didn’t want to break my concentration and lose the sweet recall of my time with Billy. I had to have him again. The problem with Billy is he had a million girls. I don’t even know why he’s bothering to fuck with my mother. He can and does have any girl he wants. And my mother, while hot, is not a 19-year-old sorority girl. I looked out the window through the living room and watched Billy dive into our pool. The water glistened off his body as he swam. His bulging arms cut through the water like his belt snapped through the air as he spanked me.
He got out of the pool and stood in front of the window. He stared at me and pointed. I know what he was thinking: you best keep your mouth shut Kitten or I’m gonna give you ten times worse. I nodded at him and smiled. The water ran down and over the cuts and muscles across his flat, tan stomach. I dragged my eyes back up to his. He winked at me and walked away. I had to have him again.
“Michael, can I talk to you privately?” I asked.
My brother knew what I wanted to talk to him about. We discussed it. He told me to keep my mouth shut too. I didn’t care what Dylan thought. I just knew I wanted Billy again. Dylan kicked me under the table. I gave him a dirty look.
“Sure Kitten, when?” Michael asked.
“Now…I’d like to talk now,” I said.
“Okay, let’s go to my office.” Michael said.
As I left the table, Dylan tried to grab my arm. I shook him off me and kept walking. I heard my mother ask him what was going on. She sounded worried. She should.
Michael’s office is big and dark, like a cave. There is a secret wall that leads you down a stone-lined pathway into the basement. It is very gothic. The arched walls of the office are stone and thousands of books line the walls. Michael read every one. I spend a lot of time in the office. Michael encourages all of us to hang out in there and read whatever we want. Nothing is off limits to Michael. I think I’m the only one who takes him up on it.
His desk is an ornate, mahogany monstrosity glossy and hard. I watched him and my mother fuck on top of that desk a couple of times. She slid around and he dug his fingers deep into her legs to keep from fucking her off the top of his desk. Michael sat in his big leather chair behind the desk and stared at me for a moment before speaking.
“I think I know what this is about Kitten,” Michael said.
“You do? But how?” I replied.
“Well you’ve been acting sort of strange since you were with your mother and me. I understand. It’s odd for you. It’s okay. Do you want to sit up here Kitten?” Michael patted his desk.
“No that’s not it Michael,” I said as I walked around to the side of the desk where he sat, climbed over one of his legs and hopped up on the desk.
My legs dangled off the desk between his legs. I looked down and studied his Hawaiian-print swim trunks, not obscenely short, but still showing off his bronze, muscular legs. My eyes traveled up to the bulge in his shorts.
I recalled every detail of his cock, the day he rubbed it and came between my legs while I played with my pussy while my mother rubbed her wet cunt on the bed in front of us. The ache intensified in my pussy. The ache hadn’t subsided since I sat at the breakfast table thinking of my encounter with Billy.
My eyes moved up and lingered on his flat stomach covered by a thin, white undershirt. I could see the swell of his pectoral muscles through the shirt, his nipples poking against the material. His throat was magnificent and thick and then I reached his face. The shadow of a Saturday morning beard poked through his smooth, dark skin. Full red lips concealed flawless teeth. A perfect, straight nose that would have been Michelangelo’s envy and shining blue-green eyes framed with dark lashes. He returned my stare and smiled.
“That’s a very pretty nightgown Kitten. It suits you.” Michael said and stared at the flimsy pink chiffon that barely covered my tits.
My pussy became wetter and I wondered if I would end up leaving a puddle on his beautiful, imported desk.
“Thank you.” I whispered.
I felt my cheeks redden despite trying hard not to blush. Michael reached out and stroked my hair and then curled it around his fingers.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are Kitten.” Michael whispered.
Here I wanted to tell Michael that my mother cheated on him and all I could think about was shoving his cock inside my pussy and screaming for him to pound me. Self-righteousness is a tricky little fucker isn’t it. Michael reached his hand underneath my chin and brought my face up so I stared into his eyes. He winked at me and smiled.
“Thank you Michael,” I said and smiled.
“Oh, no thanks necessary. It’s true you know. Your beauty is even more stunning because you don’t even know you possess it. You have no clue. It’s amazing,” Michael said and laughed.
I shifted on his desk and he let my chin go and ran his smooth hand down my arm, across my belly and rested it on my leg. He spread his legs just a bit and reached out and grabbed my calves and placed my feet on the chair between his legs. He grabbed my right foot and placed his thumbs into the ball of my foot and starting pulsing and pressing. I felt a shiver run up my calf and rest in the back of my thigh close to my ass. I sighed and Michael smiled.
“That feels good,” I said.
“It’s supposed to Kitten,” Michael whispered.
He raised my foot to his face and looked at my sparkly pink toenail polish and smiled.
“Nice,” he chuckled.
I blushed again. He placed my big toe inside the wet, warmth of his mouth. I gasped. He ran his tongue around my toe and I lifted off the desk. He sucked on my toe and short, staccato bursts of pleasure shot up my leg, hit my pussy with a bang and swirled around in my lower back. I tried to dig my fingers into the top of the desk as I leaned back slightly and he parted his full cushiony lips and took the other four toes of my foot into his beautiful mouth. He sucked hard on my toes and I reached under my nightgown, parted my legs further and touched my wet pussy. He looked down and watched me rub my pussy as he continued to suck on my toes. His cock strained against his shorts and I wanted to make it free. He suddenly stopped sucking.
“Kitten, do you know what the definition of a hedonist is?” He said.
“Not the exact definition, but I know what it means,” I said.
“Kitten, the definition of a hedonist is someone who believes that the only thing that matters in life is pleasure and that pleasure is the only pure good in this world. We, your mother and I, are hedonists. We believe in pleasure. Now, I want you to know, if you don’t, that is perfectly okay. If you feel strange about any of this, what happened before or what’s happening now, you can tell me,” Michael said as he kept rubbing my foot.
“I understand Michael. It’s okay. But tell me, what is happening now?” I said.
I leaned back a little more, parted my legs further and plunged my fingers into my cunt and pumped my hand in and out. I didn’t take my eyes away from his as I fingered myself. I took my fingers away from my pussy and shoved my wet fingertips into his mouth.
“Hmmm. That’s nice,” he said after he pulled my fingers out of his mouth and smiled.
“Then why did you stop sucking on my toes?” I asked.
“Because, we’re talking Kitten,” he said.
I pouted and parted my legs wider until his legs were in between mine on the chair. I lifted my nightgown up my legs and gave him a good point of view shot of my pink, shaved pussy. He licked his lips and smiled.
“Kitten, I want to talk to you about how you feel,” Michael said.
“You know how I feel Michael. In fact, I want you to know how I feel again,” I said as I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit.
He was all glowing white teeth as he smiled and yanked on the springy chiffon of my nightgown and reached inside and pulled my tits out. He stood up from his chair and stood in between my legs. The original reason for my visit with Michael was forgotten and all I wanted was his cushiony lips sucking at mine.
“Your tits are magnificent Kitten,” Michael said as he tweaked my nipples between his fingers.
“Thank you. That feels so good,” I whispered.
He bent his head and squeezed my tits together. He took both my nipples into his mouth and started sucking quickly. His tongue swirled around my nipples and his full lips tightened and sucked them deeper into his mouth. I slid toward the edge of the desk, spread my legs wide and rubbed my pussy against his taught stomach. I steeled my arms against the desk behind me, bucked my hips up and down and clenched my legs around his waist; kneading his hard ass with my feet.