Finally! This segment in Deena’s serial BDSM romance took me forever to write, but it’s finally here. This part features MMF and is over 10k, making it one of the longest chapters in Deena Hancock’s tale of romance between her and her dominant Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. For a limited time, you can get it on Amazon for just 99 cents! Also part of Kindle Unlimited.
College student Deena’s hopelessly in love with her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. He’s been marking off each item on her list of SEXUAL FANTASIES, teaching her how to SUBMIT, and showing her what it might be like to serve him as his girl forever. But he keeps insisting that he’s only introducing her to her own sexuality. Once her list is done, she fears he’ll walk away.
Coming up is one of her hottest dreams of all—a threesome with the professor and another man! Deena wants to know what it is like to be completely filled. But will the professor still want her if she admits to being such a slut? Her body craves everything it can possibly get, but her heart wants one thing only. To be loved by her gorgeous older man.
(Part Seven of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, anal, and multiple partners.)
The professor looked her over. “Are you comfortable now, Deena? Or perhaps this is a better question. Would you prefer that I continue to give you orders?”
There was only one thing she could say to that. She knelt on the carpet. “Yes, Sir. It makes me feel safe.” To know that he had her best interests at heart, even when she didn’t know them herself, was comforting. More, it felt like love, even though she knew he couldn’t possibly feel that way about her.
“Oh that’s hot.” Stephen adjusted his seat, and Deena could tell he was hard by the slight tenting of her trousers. Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. As long as Sir was calling the shots, she was ready for anything.
The professor laughed. “You think? Deena, undress for us. No need to make a show. I want you to suck on Stephen’s dick. Make him nice and ready so that he can fuck you.”
A moan escaped Deena before she could hold it back. It was like someone had set a torch to her; heat traveled all down her body, and her juices flowed. Without another word, she stood up and turned around. Even though Professor Sturm hadn’t asked for a show, she was going to give him a little of one. Would he be jealous of her sucking on another man’s dick? Or was he like her, and figured the more people, the hotter the sex?
Arching, she pulled her own zipper down her back, exposing skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Deena peeled the dress down, to reveal that she was wearing panties tonight—black lacy ones. Once her dress had slipped to the floor, she stepped out of it, leaving on her high heels. Then slowly she bent over, showing off her ass to the two men, and taking her time as she pulled her panties down.
“Oh Deena. You are gorgeous,” Stephen said, almost in awe.
Deena turned around so that she could see his expression, see the lust in his eyes. She fed off that lust, feeling her body responding, becoming looser, more aroused. Cupping her breasts, she showed them off to Stephen, even going so far as to rub her nipples. It sent electric waves of pleasure for her. I’m so naughty. I think I like being naughty.
This time Stephen didn’t say anything, but his eyes devoured her, as he began rubbing himself through his slacks. His length was clearly defined in the pants, and it looked thick and long. No wonder the professor liked teaming up with Stephen!
Deena dropped to her knees and crawled over to Stephen. While her gaze was on him, she was keenly aware of the professor’s eyes on her, on his attention. It made her skin sizzle, the knowledge that Professor Sturm enjoyed watching her, enjoyed showing her off. She’d had a taste of that when he’d jerked off watching her and Stacy…and then of course he’d joined in, unable to resist.
This time she knew he’d be actively participating. She couldn’t wait.
Positioning herself between Stephen’s legs, she kneeled up, giving him a diabolical smile as she slowly worked his belt open. Deena surprised herself with her confidence. She could remember back in high school when she’d been so shy, not even able to flirt with anyone. How she’d changed! “Sir, do you have any special instructions for me?” She unbuttoned Stephen’s slacks and eased the zipper down. Boy, he was rock hard for her!
“I’m quite enjoying what you’re doing now, Miss Hancock. I think it would be appropriate for you to show Stephen what you’ve learned.” The professor was rubbing himself through his own pants again as he watched them.
Stephen licked his lips. “Maybe I could cum down her throat. You know I’ll be up for more later. It would give us some time to really play with her.” He looked at the professor beseechingly.
Deena ran her thumb along the hard ridge in Stephen’s boxer shorts. Silk—nice. She felt him twitch, and delighted in the idea that she was causing this, even as the two men were speaking.
The professor’s gaze grew even more heated. “Hm. What do you think, Deena? Want to have cum in all three of your holes tonight?”
The way he said it made Deena moan, her pussy and ass clenching. “Yes, Sir!” Did she sound too eager? At the moment, she didn’t care. If she was going to be a slut, she would be the biggest slut she could be.
Stephen took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Oh yeah. Let me see those lips wrapped around my cock, sweetie. You are so beautiful. Do you know that?” He petted her hair. While it was nice, it didn’t have the same effect on Deena that the professor’s petting had done before.
He doesn’t have that same intensity to him. He’s friendly, but I don’t get that rush of power, of Sir commanding me.
“Thank you…” Deena looked to Professor, wondering what she should call Stephen. Was it rude to call him by his first name? She couldn’t even recall his last name anymore; not with his cock straining to be freed right in front of her face.
“You may call him Stephen,” the professor said as if reading her mind. “I am your only Sir—at the moment.” He smiled, and Deena wanted to dance for joy. This was what she wanted!
Now if only she could find a way to make it permanent.
And this is only the beginning of their evening . . . read more to find out what happens!