New Release! Deena Part Eight

It’s FINALLY here!  Today is the release day for the eighth part in the BDSM serial romance, Deena and the Professor, The Act of Splashing. The series follows the sexual adventures of college student Deena Hancock under the tutelage of her gorgeous Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. She’s down to the last two fantasies on her list:  bukkake and gangbang. And the invitations for Alex’s friends have gone out.

Just one problem–Deena doesn’t merely want to be Professor Sturm’s sex student. With such a firm but fair Master, it’s easy to see why she’s fallen in love with him. The question is, can she convince him to keep her as his submissive . . . permanently?

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Blurb:

PART EIGHT: The Act of Splashing

How many loads can Deena swallow in a night? She really wants to know.

It’s almost the end of classes, and Deena knows she has to act fast to convince her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm, that she’s the girl for him. 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. 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.

The last two items on her list are the hottest, and Professor Sturm has promised Deena they’ll both take place over the course of a weekend, when he’ll invite several of his friends over to his luxurious house.

The first fantasy? Deena craves to know what it would be like to be BATHED IN HOT LOVE JUICES as she orally services each man. But how can she indulge in all her slutty desires and still follow her heart? She just has to find a way to show the professor that all this isn’t just sex. She wants to be his girl forever.

(Part Eight 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, oral, and multiple partners.)

 

Excerpt:

Almost reverently, he ran his finger along the leather of the leash. Then he took it out, letting the box drop to the floor. He brought the gift up to his nose and took a deep breath. There was something in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something hungry.

“Deena…” he breathed. The smile he gave her was pure joy.

She’d started to worry when he’d gotten so serious all of a sudden. Swallowing, she rubbed her hands on her thighs, still kneeling for him. Her muscles had started to burn. “Do you like it?” Had she gone too far? Was this like buying the guy an engagement ring?

He stared at her throat, caressing the leash. “You don’t have anything to attach this to.”

Her cheeks grew hotter. Deena looked down, too nervous to see the expression in her professor’s face. “No, Sir.” She wanted to ask him the question, about whether he’d consider keeping her on as his submissive, or a part time play thing, or whatever. But she couldn’t make the words come. Staring at the floor, she waited, her heart pounding.

The silence stretched between them. Maybe I shouldn’t have given him that. Maybe I should have picked something having to do with sex rather than submission. A vibrator, maybe? But he already has lots of those. He had another leash too. But she’d wanted to give him a hint.

Deena opened her mouth to apologize. The professor cupped her chin and gently lifted her face. His eyes looked bright…even moist.

He smiled. “It’s a lovely gift. Let me grab one of my play collars for you to wear tonight. Seeing you collared and leashed with bring me even greater pleasure than simply having you naked.”

That was good, right? And yet it wasn’t a declaration of love. It also wasn’t a promise or even a hint that there would be anything between them after this evening. Deena swallowed hard, nodding. At least I’ll get to wear his collar one last time. Her heart ached at the thought of having to leave. Of not seeing Alex Sturm like this again.

The professor left again, and Deena’s heart thudded in anticipation as he went upstairs, and then returned, collar in hand. It was the same one she had worn when he took her to the BDSM club, a simple leather collar with a D ring. He bent to slip it on her, his fingers trailing over her throat. Deena shivered in delight as he buckled it. It was snug enough that she could feel it with every swallow, but not so tight that it would interfere with anything.

Once that was done, he clipped the leash to the collar, and gave a light tug on it. “Come into the living room. My guests should be arriving soon.” He walked, and Deena crawled, wincing at the hard tile floor of the foyer on her knees, even if she was wearing leggings. Once they reached the plush carpet of the living room it was better. He led her to a spot next to his recliner, then released hold of the leash. “This is where I want you. Go ahead and use the bathroom, and undress, but hurry. I want you back here and kneeling when the doorbell starts ringing.”

Deena hurried to do so, and returned to her spot just before the doorbell rang again. In one way it was even more frightening, kneeling naked as she waited for the professor to greet one of his male friends, wondering what the guy would think of seeing her like this. Yet on the other hand she felt safer now, more comfortable. With the collar and the leash, it was clear that she belonged to Professor Sturm, at least at the moment. She wouldn’t be required to make silly chit chat and have to pretend that she was a normal girl.

I’m Sir’s slut. And that’s just what I want to be.

From the foyer, Sir invited someone named Marcus inside, and they joked about playing tennis together. I didn’t even know that he played tennis. Marcus had a deep voice, and when they entered the room, a little thrill went through Deena. Apparently Marcus was tall, muscular, and black.

The professor seems to know a diverse crowd. As Marcus’s eyes fell on her, Deena couldn’t help smiling. And blushing. He was handsome, and the sheer size of him was making her pussy wet. Is he big like that all over?

He smiled back, then turned to the professor. “She’s gorgeous. And young. Are you sure she’s up for everything you have planned?” Facing Deena, he said, “Hi. I’m Marcus Waters.”

Professor Sturm crossed to sit in his recliner next to Deena, leaving Marcus to make his way to the sofa. “Oh she’s ready. Aren’t you, Deena? Marcus is a physical trainer now, but he used to play football.”

Deena swallowed. That made sense. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Nice to meet you, Marcus.” Questions burned in her mind—was Marcus also a member of the professor’s BDSM club? Was he dominant? Or was he more like Stephen and simply into group sex?

Before Marcus could say anything, the doorbell rang again. Professor Sturm chuckled and stood. “I might as way stay up until everyone has arrived.” With that, he went to answer the door.

Marcus chuckled as well. “Do you know how many are coming?” His question was directed at Deena.

She shrugged, and then gave in to her curiosity. “Have you done…something like this before? With several guys and a girl?” Her face heated up.

He looked like he was trying not to smile, but he was failing miserably. “Yes, I have. Although not one as young-looking and pretty as you.” His gaze strayed to her breasts before returning to Deena’s face. “You mind telling me how old you are? Should I even ask?”

That got a laugh out of her. “Sure you can. I’m eighteen.”

The professor returned to the living room with a familiar face—at the sight of Stephen Kelani, Deena clapped her hands in excitement. Stephen had said he wanted to participate this weekend, and she’d hoped he’d be able to make it. He’d bring a fun, light-hearted side to things. Plus, he has a gorgeous dick.

“Hey Deena. Looking stunning as usual, I see. Hey Marcus! How’s it going?” Stephen walked over and gave Marcus a one-armed hug, then sat down next to him

Marcus glanced at Deena and then at Stephen. “You know her already? I think I’m jealous.”

“Now, now,” the professor admonished, and then the doorbell rang again. Laughing softly, he departed.

Deena’s stomach fluttered with excitement as she watched him leave. How many of them will there be? How many cocks? Cocks to suck, and cocks to fuck her. Heat filled her, making her pussy wet. Aching.

 

New Release: Erotic Romance “Corporal Punishment”

Today I’m launching Trudy Judd’s new erotic romance serial, Deena and the Professor, featuring Deena Hancock, a college student who has always been a good girl…and really wants to be a bad girl. She’s got the hots for her Psychology professor, Alexander Sturm, who is more then ten years older than her and very sexy with his European accent and his quiet commanding voice. Deena wants to learn about it all, explore the deepest depravities of her sexual fantasies.

Maybe even fall in love.

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Teaser:

 

Then she felt the warm touch of his hand on the small of her back. She trembled, squirming. He pressed the palm against her, moving his hand slowly up to her neck, tangling his fingers in her long brown hair. Deena sighed, arching into the touch.

“I’ll consider it,” he said after a moment. “Depending on how well you take your punishment.”

Deena half-closed her eyes in bliss. She loved the sound of his voice. “Yes, Sir. Do I need to be quiet?” She imagined she’d need to be, what with other offices nearby. She gasped as the professor pushed up her skirt, revealing her pink panties that were damp with her arousal.

“Not to worry,” Professor Sturm said in a low tone, almost crooning. Thumbs hooked under the waistband of her panties. Before Deena could even think of a protest, he’d pulled her panties down and removed them completely.

She squeaked with surprise, but then to her shock and horror, he stuffed the panties into her mouth, silencing her. “As I said, not to worry.” Deena stared up at him. She wanted to be angry. What right did he have to gag her? And yet, at the same time, this was incredibly hot. She could smell herself, and taste the salt of her juices. She’d tasted herself before, while masturbating. She’d wondered if other women tasted the same. But she’d never had somebody force her to do it. Her pussy seemed to think this was all a great idea. Pulses of pleasure swept through her. She might come before he’d even barely touched her. How embarrassing that would be!