บททั้งหมดของ Dirty Desires: Short story Collection : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

I was doing anything but focusing on the painting in front of me. I kept looking across the room to Vixen, my sexy art teacher who was leaning over another student’s desk. Every inch of Vixen’s body was literally perfect. Her fitted dress hugged her curves perfectly and every time she moved, I felt the flesh between my thighs throb. I was already dripping wet under my skirt and it had been like this since the first day of class.I was a second-year student at the St. Jude Academy of Fine Art. I knew at a young age that I'd wanted to make art for a living, my mom was the only one who supported my dreams so when I finally moved out at twenty five and moved to LA to school. Every day at twelve, I come heer for lessons and please don't judge me, I have the biggest, fattest crush on my art teacher. She was just so perfect, with long blonde curls that reached her butt and the softest brown eyes I'd ever seen. Once it was four, the other students packed up their painting instruments and beg

If you had told me at the start of the semester that I would spend my Tuesday mornings staring at a forty-five-year-old man’s jawline, I would have laughed in your face. But here I was, sitting in the third row of British Literature, completely distracted.Professor Mason was easily 6’2. Whenever he stood on that podium to address us, he always reminded me of a giant tree. He never smiled. Seriously, I had been in his class for three months and the man always had this slight frown on his face, like he hated his job or something. His voice was deep as hell too like a sonic boom. He weirdly reminded me of that new guy from peaky blinders. To be completely honest, he scared the crap out of me.He wore these thick glasses that sat perfectly on his slightly big nose. I had a massive weakness for men in glasses, it made them look so hot. Now combine that with his sharp jaw and the slightly gray hairs at his temples. You can see the vision right?? Professor Mason was literally a living Greek

I had spent an hour choosing what I was gonna wear and finally settled on a high-necked black dress that made me look more mature but felt completely tight against my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a big sigh. Tonight was the night I was possibly going to fuck my professor. Tonight could turn out in two ways. One, I could get into so much trouble or two, I could get the best sex of my life. Either ways, I wouldn't regret that I didn't take the chance. I had to take a cab to the bar where we would meet because Chloe took my car. The taxi dropped me at the bar. “Obsidian Lounge.” I looked at the purple neon sign. It felt like I was walking into the lion’s den. The bar was so dark, I could barely see my own hands as I walked toward the back and sat down. Okay, Sophie…call down. I inhaled and exhaled then rubbed my hands together. There weren't a lot of people here at this hour so the bar looked a bit depressing. This was probably a bad omen. At exactly 8:58 p.m, I

He pressed the wand directly on my clit. The vibration shot through me like electricity and I arched my back off the desk and moaned. "Oh god…oh god, Professor."I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth. The rope bit into my skin as I twisted and squirmed. The pleasure built fast and my thighs trembled as I climbed toward the edge."Please." I begged. "Please…Professor, I'm going to cum."He pulled the wand away and I whimpered miserably. The orgasm left me and I was now aching all over. "Not yet." he said. He was so evil. Why would he do this to me? Why??He pressed the wand back on my clit and this time, he rubbed it in slow circles. The feel of the vibrator on my pussy was so good and I began to cry because I knew he wouldn't let me release. "Please." I sobbed. "Please, Professor. I've been such a good girl. Please let me cum.""You have been a bad girl." he countered and pressed the wand harder and I moved my hips off the desk."Please fuck me. I need it so bad."

Someone was following me.I wasn't being paranoid or overly sensitive to my surroundings. Someone was actually behind me, and they had been tracking me ever since I got off work. At first, I thought I was just psyching myself out. But after turning three different corners and taking completely random routes, I kept being followed. Sometimes they slowed down and sometimes the footsteps became faster. I refused to look back till I got home. I didn't even want them to be aware that I knew that I was being followed.My apartment was only five minutes away and by this time I was already sweating like crazy and heart raced with every step I took. The footsteps behind me seemed to be getting louder and louder, and it was like they were closing the distance.I'm almost there. Almost there. The footsteps were getting closer and closer and I was about to break into a run when suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Whoever it was seemed to have stopped walking all of a sudden but I didn't care to find