I actually have something real to post today! I just created the cover for “Deena and the Professor, Part Nine: The Gang’s All Here.” I’m including this today along with the first 2400 words or so as a preview. I’ll be uploading a shorter excerpt to the currently published “Part Eight” soon, maybe this weekend.
I’m not quite finished writing Part Nine but I’m hoping to complete it this month, to publish in late July or early August. Sorry about the delay–this will be the longest part yet, likely at about 14,000 words or so. It’s going to be FULL of debauchery, and yes, a gang bang with Deena and seven men.
I’m not sure if this is better or worse than being completely naked. Deena stood in Professor Sturm’s kitchen, holding a silver platter with seven mimosas in elegant wine glasses. She wore only a tiny ruffled apron and a French maid’s hat—the ribbons from the bow of the apron tickled her bare ass as she stepped forward, being careful to balance in her high heels on the tile floor.
She passed into the dining room where four men sat at the large walnut table, dressed only in robes, talking freely with each other. At the head of the table was her psychology professor, Alex Sturm, who had arranged this entire weekend of debauchery for her.
My Sir. At least for now. Deena wished she had a spare hand to touch the leather collar around her throat—his collar—to which was attached a leather leash she had purchased for him. At least the collar was tight enough to feel when she swallowed.
“Mimosa, Sir?” She held still as he reached over to take a glass from the tray, his deep blue eyes meeting hers.
A thrill shot through her at the connection, and her heart pounded as he smiled up at her. “Thank you, Deena. How is breakfast coming along?”
“Stephen says the ham and bacon are nearly ready, and the twins are working on the eggs and toast.” At his nod, Deena moved to the next man, a large black fellow with kind eyes. He grinned and took a drink but said nothing.
“If those boys burn the food, make ‘em go last,” the third man in the room, Dirk said in a gruff voice, as Deena served him next. He was seated at the foot of the table opposite the professor. Dirk was older, with long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail and a rugged air to him. He and the professor were the two dominant males in the room; Marcus might be physically larger, but he was soft-spoken and laid back.
The last man at the table was supposedly a close friend of Professor Sturm, though Deena had only met him last night, in the most intimate way possible when he’d joined her bukkake session and come down her throat. Peter Drang was tall, dark-haired, and sported a neat beard that gave him a slightly diabolical appearance. He licked his lips as he took a glass from the tray. “I seem to recall mention of hand feeding your girl today, Alex. Was that right?” He sipped his drink, his eyes still on Deena.
She shivered in anticipation. After the intensity of last night when she’d sucked off all seven men, Sir had said that they’d have a leisurely evening and enjoy breakfast together before today’s “main event.” All of them are going to fuck every hole of mine until none of us can move any more. Just the thought made her pussy ache.
“I did say that,” the professor said, smiling. “Though I do want her to spend some time kneeling by me.” His gaze moved to Deena. “See if the food is ready. Once it is, have the others come sit down and then serve us.” An evil glint sparkled in his eyes. “After you set down all the plates, you are to crawl from guest to guest. Obey whatever they tell you to do unless I tell you otherwise. I hope you’re ready to begin playing.”
He chuckled, and immediately Deena’s hands began to shake with nervous energy. So soon! But I suppose it would be cruel to keep his guests waiting all day. I wonder what they’ll ask me to do first?
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, and it was difficult to walk back to the kitchen because her knees were weak and desire was making everything tingle and come alive. Her nipples had already hardened into stiff peaks.
Upon entering the kitchen, she set down the tray, nodding to the three men bustling about. “Um, the professor wanted to know if the food is ready. If it is, he asks that you all rejoin him in the dining room.” That sounded good, right? At least her voice sounded steady.
Greg stepped back from the plate of buttered toast. Both he and his brother Gary were young, blond, and slightly nerdy-looking with glasses, but they were also both cute as hell. “I’m done. I’m grabbing a mimosa, and I’ll see you there.” He patted Deena on the head on his way out, humming to himself.
“He’s such a bastard. All he had to do was make toast,” Gary griped, stirring the scrambled eggs in the pan and then turning off the burner. “Anyways I’m done too. Put a couple scoops on each plate, Deena. See you soon.” He too grabbed his drink before exiting.
Stephen Kelani, the last man in the room, chuckled as he transferred the bacon from the pan to a plate. He was another cutie, with his tan complexion and boyish features. “Those two crack me up. I take it that Alex is getting ready to start the fun?” He waggled his brows, and even with his robe it was obvious that he was hard.
“Seems so,” Deena said with a giggle, moving in to plate the food. Crazy butterflies danced in her stomach, yet at the same time she couldn’t wait to fulfill everyone’s orders. “Should I be scared of how much I want all this? I can’t even imagine what my family would think of me, doing this kind of stuff.”
“You’re fine,” Stephen said with a reassuring smile as he brought the pan over to the sink. He washed his hands and then came closer to rub her back. “Family never wants to know about sexual activity, but I’ll bet you aren’t the only one who enjoys it. And if you have a higher sex drive, who cares? Enjoy being who you are, Deena. If Alex taught me anything, it’s that.”
That reminded her that Stephen and the professor were close. She paused and turned to face him. “Stephen, you know the professor really well, right? How likely is it that he’ll want to keep me on as his girl long term? Officially, today’s the last item on my list and the end of what he agreed to do with me.”
He stared at her thoughtfully. “Hmm. I’m not sure. You told him that’s what you want, to be with him?”
Deena flushed. “Not exactly. I’ve hinted about it, but I’ve been afraid to actually ask.”
He frowned, not with anger, but with apparent concern. “You should ask him, and soon. He likes you a lot—I can tell by watching him with you. But he gets funny thoughts in his head sometimes about asking for and receiving what he truly wants, and feeling okay about having an actual relationship, you know, since he likes to do the whole group sex thing now and then. You’d be okay with that?”
“More than okay,” Deena confessed, already feeling better. “I’d want that too.” She couldn’t ask Sir in the middle of being banged by six other guys of course, but perhaps after the last guest left, perhaps tonight . . . I’d better ask him then. Before I lose my nerve or the chance to be with him alone.
Stephen grinned, obviously not aware of Deena’s apprehension. “Then you’re perfect together. Good luck.” He kissed Deena on the top of her head and then passed into the dining room, leaving her to finish preparing the plates.
It didn’t take her long, and it kept her busy, which was good. Thinking about a true relationship with Alex Sturm only made her anxious and tugged at her heart strings. I like him so much. If he rejects me, I don’t know what I’ll do. Best to focus on today. I want to have my body tugged. And pounded into. And forced to come, over and over again. She could imagine it so easily, with all the men surrounding her and the professor watching close by.
By the time everything was ready, she’d pushed her fears back and was fired up again to be the star of her own personal porn show. Deena brought the plates out two at a time and placed them in front of each guest until there was only the professor left, and then kneeled as soon as she had put his plate in front of him.
She was ready to do as he’d mentioned, to crawl and check in with each guest, but before she could move, he rested a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “Eat a few bites first, girl. I know you’re working hard this morning.” The tenderness in his voice warmed Deena all over. She eagerly opened her mouth as he fed her some bacon and eggs from his hand. She licked his fingers clean and then he offered her a sip of his drink. It wasn’t merely the alcohol that was making her giddy. It was his attention, the taste of him, and looking up into those gorgeous eyes of his.
Deena sighed happily, and Professor Sturm nodded. “All right. Go ahead and see to our guests.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” The gratitude was heartfelt, and Deena felt sure of herself once more—grounded as Professor Sturm’s girl.
Stephen was closest, so she crawled to him first. He’d allowed his robe to fall open now that he was sitting down, and Deena couldn’t help but stare at his luscious dick. Not too small. And he always tastes of pineapple.
Realizing belatedly that she was supposed to be serving, not enjoying the view, Deena flushed and bowed her head. “Mr. Kelani?”
“Stephen,” he said, and when she looked up again, he winked at her.
“Stephen. How may I serve you?” The formality of her words was both strange and yet seemed right at the same time. Sir always said I’m a natural submissive. Is this what he means?
“Oh wow. When you say it like that, I turn to goo inside.” Stephen fondled himself, looking Deena over. “I’ve always had this fantasy about being sucked off while at a fancy restaurant. In the spirit of that, I’d love to have your pretty mouth on me, sweetie.”
Instantly Deena’s pussy was wet. “Yes Stephen,” she purred, and she couldn’t help peeking over to see the expression on Professor Sturm’s face as she began to crawl under the dining room table. He was watching her with an almost ravenous glint in his eyes, and had stopped eating.
She grinned at him, then ducked under to gently part Stephen’s robe, nudging his hand away from his erection with her nose. He smelled of soap and lust and masculinity, and she loved it. It really is nice having variety once in a while. Hopefully Sir continues to be good with that.
As Deena closed her lips around the fat head of Stephen’s cock, he groaned loudly, scooting his chair forward so that all Deena could see of him was from the waist down. Around her, she was aware of other legs, other cocks that she might be servicing this morning before the professor allowed everyone to fuck her, but her focus was solely on Stephen, on giving him pleasure.
Flicking her tongue along the underside of his shaft, Deena took him deeper, until her nose grazed his pubic hairs. Stephen groaned louder and his legs trembled.
“Eat your breakfast, Stephen. We’re not sitting here all day,” Dirk growled, but there was humor in his tone.
“I think you should also tell us about that new workout plan you’ve been trying lately.” That was from the professor, and it sounded like he was holding back from laughing.
Apparently they were giving Stephen a hard time for his request, forcing him to pretend that he wasn’t receiving a delicious blow job under the table.
“Yeah. I’ve started weight training . . .” Stephen sounded breathy, and he trailed off as Deena began fondling his balls, bobbing her head to suck him tip to root over and over again.
For several seconds, they all forced him to continue speaking, albeit haltingly, as his cock grew even harder and his balls drew up close to his body. Deena suspected he was on the verge of coming, but before he did, the professor spoke again. “Deena, stop. Move onto our next guest.”
Immediately Deena left Stephen and crawled out from under the table, moving on to the next guest, which was Greg. She batted her lashes at him playfully. “How may I serve you?”
“Hm.” Greg grinned, nibbling on a piece of bacon. “Okay—I want to do something a little different. Hopefully this will be okay with your Sir.” He glanced at the professor before continuing. “Go over to the corner and sit with your legs spread open. Then start playing with yourself. I want to watch you get all turned on.”
Heat flooded Deena’s face, as well as other parts of her. She peeked at Professor Sturm to see if he approved, and found him smiling. He arched an eyebrow at her. “Well?”
Deena gulped. “Yes, Sir!” As the other men chuckled, she quickly crawled to the corner where Greg had indicated, and sat her bare ass on the cool wood floor, drawing her knees up and pushing the apron aside to expose her dripping cunt for all to see. Oh God, this is humiliating. But it’s so exciting too.
The laughter changed to murmurs of appreciation, which helped bolster her courage as she trailed a finger down to her folds, parting them to give the men an even better view. When she dared to look around, she found all eyes riveted on her, and more than one guest was fondling himself.
To have such power over them all. What a rush! Biting her lip, Deena flicked her clitoris first, enjoying the sparks of pleasure rushing through her. Then she sank a finger into her depths to explore the slick passage.
She moaned as sensations rocked through her.
“Oh yes. That is unbelievably hot.” Greg was one of the men tugging at his cock, fisting the head as his robe fell open.
Deena nodded emphatically, working a second finger into herself and watching him with as much intensity as he was watching her.
“I’m suddenly not hungry for food anymore,” Marcus declared from the other end of the table, setting down his fork.
“We could always eat later,” Dirk added, shifting in his chair. Deena scissored her fingers to stretch herself—this light play and the talk was only making her hornier, but it seemed wise to prep herself if the professor chose to speed things along. I’m ready for all of them to fuck me right this minute.