RELEASE DAY! Missionary Position

It’s the release day for the second part in the Deena and the Professor series by Trudy Judd, entitled “Missionary Position.” This is an 8000 word short serial, part of a longer serial that follows the sexual adventures of Deena Hancock, a good girl who is tired of being good, and who has a major crush on her enigmatic Psych professor. Each part is available in Kindle Unlimited. Part One, “Corporal Punishment” is only 99 cents!

Amazon link:http://www.amazon.com/Missionary-Position-Alpha-First-Professor-ebook/dp/B018W4WH3S/

Deena Two V3 400

Blurb:

PART TWO

On her first day of college, Deena met the man of her dreams—her Psychology professor! Only now she has to find a way to make him see that she’s more than just a horny innocent that just wants to lose her cherry to an older man. Deena wants to explore everything about her sexuality, and her desire to submit and serve. Professor Sturm has shown her how much fun a little spanking can be.

Now it’s time to spend the night with him, and reveal all her darkest desires.

(Part One of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five will be bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, girl on girl action, and multiple partners.)

Excerpt:

Deena masturbated four times in forty-eight hours. Wednesday could not come fast enough.

 

She was proud to say that she’d done her homework for Professor Sturm—both the official Psych 101 homework, and the special assignment he’d given her. She’d also made sure to pay attention in her other classes and do extra homework in them, in case he asked. No way was she jeopardizing anything at this point.

 

The class seemed to drag on forever. Yes, Deena had read the book being discussed, and this time she had the presence of mind to take notes and not just stare at her professor’s deep blue eyes and dark tousled hair. He hardly looked at her. But that made sense, didn’t it? He was a teacher; she a student. After Monday’s spanking in his office, they couldn’t let anyone know about what they’d done.

 

So she sat quietly, and didn’t raise her hand to answer questions, didn’t call attention to herself. Deena had even dressed modestly today, wearing a knee-length jeans skirt and a loose blouse that didn’t really show off her better parts. He’d already seen her lower half naked. Let him wonder what the rest looked like.

 

When class was over, Deena waited until everyone had left before approaching Professor Sturm with her folder and special assignment.

 

He was organizing the student reports in a folder as she walked over to the whiteboard. Glancing at her, he straightened, a polite smile on his face, looking utterly innocent and professional. So different from the intense, passionate man she’d met just a couple days ago. Deena couldn’t help the blush spreading across her cheeks as she handed him her special assignment.

 

The professor barely glanced at it, setting it on top of the folder. “Do you have a moment before your next class, Miss Hancock?”

 

All at once her heart was pounding. Was he planning another interlude in his office? He’d told her nothing big was going to happen until night, at his place. Deena cleared her throat as heat pooled between her thighs. “Yes, Sir. I don’t have class for another hour.”

 

He picked up the folder and paper, as well as his books. “Follow me.” Without another word, he headed to the back of the classroom, to the door which led to the teacher offices in a semi-private hallway. The first day of class Deena had marveled at how he looked casual compared to other professors, but today he wore black trousers, a white shirt, and a black blazer. No tie, however. All she’d been able to see of him was his arms, and his cock. Deena longed to see the rest of him unclothed.

 

She followed him, and she wasn’t afraid to stare at the professor’s nice backside as they headed to the end of the hallway to his office. She wasn’t sure of his age, but he was probably in his thirties. Once they were inside, she glanced at the two stools in front of the large cherry wood desk, the two stools he had bent her over last time to spank her bare bottom. She still had fading bruises that ached pleasantly when she sat.

 

As soon as she was in the room he shut the door, setting the folder down on his desk. “Sit,” he directed her, motioning towards one of the stools. He sat down in his leather office chair by the window, taking her special assignment and reading it over as she waited. She was breathing quicker than normal but she couldn’t help it. Just two days ago she’d experience the most amazing orgasm right here, on his desk, courtesy of his fingers. Curiosity was eating her up.

 

“Is it…good?” Deena asked, as his mouth quirked at something on the paper. Blood rushed to her face, the old shame trying to assault her again. She’d debated including some of the items on the list. Write out a list of every naughty thing you’ve ever wanted to try. That’s what he said. Was she too kinky? Maybe he’d send her away, call her a slut, even though she still hadn’t lost her virginity. But he’d asked, hadn’t he? And he’d told her to be honest.

 

He glanced at her before setting the paper down, and this time it was a real smile on his face. “Good?” he asked, and his voice was silken chocolate, dark and smooth. “Oh I think it will be very good.” He tapped the paper, as if contemplating. “I recall you said you were a very naughty girl.” The look of desire in his eyes seared her. Suddenly she was aching for him again.

 

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