His hot, sweaty body draped over as he wrapped an arm around her chest and squeezed one of her dangling breasts. His finger found her hard nipple and pinched and rolled it between them, while the fingers on his other hand stroked her hungry clit harder and faster.“How does my monster doctor cock feel, Melanie?” growled Dr. Taylor into Melanie’s ear as he pumped away. “Is it doing a good job fucking your tight virgin pussy?”Melanie moaned and groaned in torturous pleasure.“Yes, Dr. Taylor! Yes! You’re such a good doctor to fuck me so well for the first time ever!”“I want to feel your virgin pussy cum for me, Melanie,” he growled as he twisted her nipple and increased the force of his thrusts. “Milk your doctor’s big fat cock.”He rubbed Melanie’s throbbing clit harder and faster as he slammed into her again and again.“Now!” he grunted.At her doctor’s command, Melanie’s face contorted. Her whole body clenched and then erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm. She moaned loudly as a floo
Daddy strides into the living room, between me and the TV, and switches off the “Buffy” rerun I’m half heartedly watching.Then he holds up a pack of cigarettes and a romance novel. “I found these in your room, Cherise. What do you have to say for yourself?”Heart pounding like a techno track, palms wet and mouth dry, I plaster on a brassy, totally fake smile. “You always tell me I should read more?”I squeak at the end.Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.”“It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that?I jump up and try to snatch the book away fr
Bringing the book into it is getting too close to reality for my taste. I don’t want to feel like Mike’s spanking me for something that bugs him in real life—and while it doesn’t make sense that he’d suddenly be offended by my taste in novels, I’m not sure why else he’d bring the book into it. Of course, my brain’s not working at one hundred percent right now because the blood that’s supposed to power it has rushed to my clit. I’m easily confused in this state. We’re not following the script anymore, the script that keeps my fantasies safe. But even though my head’s in a bit of an uproar, I’m still wet and still eager to have Mike—Daddy, I mean—paddle my ass. He flips up my short plaid skirt. Runs his hand over my cotton-clad ass. I force myself to squirm away, but I’m sure he can tell I’m rubbing myself against him, not trying to escape. “You’ve been bad, Cherise. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like the heroine in that appalling book.” It sounds so corny that I can’t help l
Brief Synopsis – Cady is an Art student and always late for her class. When she is held accountable by her professors, Cady is more than happy to clear all their doubts with full disclosure. CHAPTER 1 “Oh god! I’m late!” Cady fumed as she looked down at her watch. She had changed in the cramped quarters of the women’s bathroom of the restaurant she worked at. She struggled to zip up the skirt and tried to pull it further down. She didn’t remember the skirt she chose to have felt this tight before, but then again time didn’t permit to catch the cross-town train and then commute by bus the other twenty blocks to the college. There wouldn’t be enough time to catch the second bus should she be late to this one. Due to her dorm room being clear across town Cady had packed for any mini emergency having been in the girl scouts and a Cosmo girl. Laundry had been hard to work in due to the scheduling at work. It made setbacks like today horrendous. It was hard enough trying to get t
“Well that leaves me; I’m Mr. Grier, your Humanities art teacher for this semester. I’m hoping we will progress right along this quarter so that when we do the artist labs that we plan to help you understand the human figure better from an art perspective.” The man who stood maybe 5’9 had a full head of dark curly hair and five o’ clock shadow that made her think of Weird Al due to the 70’s style jacket he wore with the patched elbows. She could tell he didn’t get out much. He was probably too involved with creating some masterpiece outside of class to know what was going on in today’s world. Someone brought Cady a towel from the adjoining supply closet as she was dripping wet. “Oh, thank you.” She mouthed trying to not disrupt the class further. She dried her hair and dabbed at her chest and skirt. “Miss Miller, I think you’d be much more comfortable drying off in the women’s bathroom at the end of the hall.” “Oh no thanks, I’m good sir. I’ll just take a seat.” Cady said movi
Cady approached the chalkboard and wrote in the answer to the first of four questions. The second and third one she guessed on. By the time she got to the final one she had erased half the question because her tits being so large she had wiped half of the question off the board with her. She pulled herself away to answer the final question. All that was left was the imprint of her tits on the chalkboard. And chalk on her white blouse. Embarrassed, she quickly took a seat. The boys who sat elsewhere in the class laughed at the blackboard imprint which stood out so nice and clear now. She tried to pay attention but it was never her strong suit. Cady spaced out during the lecture. She played with her pencil in such a way it was more than suggestive. She pushed the pencil eraser into her cheek as if she was giving head and she chewed gently on the end as she tried to concentrate on what the three men were talking about. Cady dropped her pencil and purposely got out of her seat and
“However, we still need to discuss your future in this classroom.” Mr. Drake said still annoyed at her antics in class. “Yes, sir I understand sir. Can we also discuss my desire to be a live nude model for the class one day soon? I’d consider it a great honor, Mr. Drake.” “This is no time to be discussing something like that, young lady, when you’re looking at being permanently dropped from this course because you refuse to have any respect for authority.” Mr. Drake said nearly beet red in the face. “But sir, that’s just not true. I respect all authority. In fact I find it kinda sexy.” Cady said as she bit her bottom lip as she smiled innocently. Her insides went to lava as little fires erupted in the pit of her stomach. “You think you can just skate by with your skin tight miniskirts and wet white blouse that clings to your skin exposing your nipples through your push up bra.” Mr. Drake said getting aroused as he looked at her there in the desk right in front where he demanded sh
She enjoyed running her hand over Mr. Drake’s bald patch. It reminded her of the men in Ancient Rome who wore their hair in that fashion with the laurel leaves around the crown. She grabbed his head and tried to direct his tongue over her clit. Her soft moans encouraged the three men on. She ran her hand slowly over the length of her body. She did it slowly like the models do in the movies. The seductive maneuver captivated their attention.She turned her attention to them as she continued to explore the men surrounding her. Cady was bold in her explorations. Cady discovered Mr. Grier was awfully hairy on his chest. It wasn’t soft fine hair like the light spattering Mr. Drake had between his pectoral muscles. It felt coarse and thick. It took her by surprise when she caressed him under his shirt. He reminded her of a teddy bear. She slowly unbuttoned Mr. Grier’s shirt.He was a mass of bristly hair. It covered his chest, stomach and his entire back.She figured that made Mr. Grier