All Chapters of Burning Passion{steamiest short stories}: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Make a short video of yourself masturbating on the Dean’s desk.”I choked, my mouthful of cocoa spewing out of my mouth and spraying across my laps and onto the floor as I threw a disbelieving look at my roommate and her giggling friends.“Ewwwww, Diane, could you be any more gross?” Lily Bass scolded as she threw me a box of Kleenex and turned her face away in disgust.I cleaned up the mess and looked up at Lily as I absently tossed the used tissue into the bin. “Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?”Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy cat!”“Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began.“A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.”I swallowed, “I'd rather pay up.”“Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.I stared at her palm as though mesmerized. This had all

“We had a dare,” I added in explanation.A muscle worked in his jaw as he regarded me in stony silence. “Are you a bunch of preschoolers?” he demanded, his Greek accent coming through heavily in the strained words.I shook my head mutely feeling his anger wash all over me. I returned my gaze to my feet. I raised my head suddenly and surprised a look of arousal on his face as his gaze fastened on my big boobs. I looked away immediately even as everything in me settled down. I was going to walk out of here, I suddenly knew. The good Prof was already staring at my boobs which meant these babies were my ride out of this joint.“I should hand you over to the school authority,” he muttered, glaring at me.There was no heat in his voice anymore. I dashed around the desk and knelt before him, clasping both hands in front of me. Then I lifted my head, letting him see a sheen of fake tears in my eyes. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything. Please,” I whispered even as I casually placed my hands aga

“Professor? Why are you here so late?” the Dean demanded in his cultured English voice.I heard the deep murmur of Professor Calix’s voice. “I have tons of work to get through. I decided to pull an all-nighter.”“Hmm. And you’re... all alone in here?”There was a shrug in Calix’s voice. “My TA is still out on her maternity leave. Who else would possibly work so late with me?”Gawd the man sounded so calm and collected no one would believe he had been drilling my pussy just seconds ago!“Hmm,” the Dean repeated. I could almost sense him looking around the office.“Something wrong Sir?” Calix demanded.“Hmmmm,” the Dean murmured noncommittally and I thought distractedly too.“Is there something you want because if there isn’t, I would like to get back to my work. Sir,” Calix added. He sounded irritated at this point.“I’m gonna be straight with you Calix, I got a report that some girl was seen stealing into your office over an hour ago. I just wanted to be sure whatever girl she is isn’

Caroline woke up around mid afternoon. The good thing about being an X- tress was that the hours were flexible; you could do as many as you wanted, or as little as you liked. As long as the agency got a cut they didn't care. Yawning, she stretched out and decided to take a shower.She closed the shower door. "On, normal," She said out loud, and water washed over her from various directions. Thanks to the income from x-ting she had managed to get a customised shower that could spray water from almost any conceivable direction. You could also set voice commands for anything that you wanted. Caroline closed her eyes and let the shower do it's work, the water massaging her tired muscles and refreshing her. Inevitably her thoughts turned towards work again.How long could she keep doing porn for? Viewers didn't discriminate against porn x-tresses and neither did studios, in fact, some porn x-tresses who had made the transition found that they became more popular because it became easier f

Let us follow the path of a kilobyte of information as it travels through the modern communication network. We shall start at the main processor of an X-show. From there it travels through fiber optic wires, tracing a path under the ground until it reaches a transmitter. The transmitter gathers a bunch of kilobytes and shoots the suckers into the atmosphere, propelling them past a sea of fliers, through the network of Cleaners operating around the world, past the outer levels of the earth's protective layer until it reaches a satellite. Then the satellite eats one of the kilobytes that tells it where the hapless data has to travel.Once their destination is ascertained the kilobytes are powered either to another satellite, or back through the atmosphere if the location is correct, where they knock out a few more inadvertent particles on the way until they go all the way back to the processor supplying a particular X-suit. Then the kilobytes undergo a transformation, generating imag