Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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Hendryk didn’t smile, at least in the usual, conventional sense of the word. His face changed though, from a veiled, burning expression of stern, almost vindictive intensity to a much more open one. He had had his eyes fixed downward as if to watch his huge erection plunging in and out of Candy’s hot little pussy, but as his expression changed he raised his gaze to meet mine again.

He did smile then, and that smile seemed to suspend me between dark and light, between my love for his intellect and his dominance on the one hand and my sheer, sexual, animal need to belong to him in every way. I felt my forehead crease so deeply it hurt.

“So tight,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure. “So nice on my cock. Do you want some?”

He moved his left hand to Candy’s head and twined his fingers in her golden hair. He tugged her head back, and she cried out in surprise and discomfort.

“Put that tongue out, Candy,” Hendryk commanded. “Apologize to Renee. Make her come while I fuck you.”

I looked down to see my artificial bed sister obey, a furrow in her brow to match mine and her little pink tongue thrusting out between her perfect lips. I looked up at Hendryk and saw him gazing lustfully downward, at the place that tingled desperately with the thought of the taboo scene, the bare little cleft from which the wrinkly hood of my needy clit peeked out like a naughty girl peering at something she shouldn’t.

I followed his lewd gaze, and I started to move forward. He had asked me. He had said, Do you want some?

I did. I wanted some of the pleasure to be had from that little whore. She belonged to him, but it seemed she belonged to us too. He wanted to share his expensive fuck toy with me, the girl he loved.

I heard my breath moving in and out raggedly between my lips. The feeling of it, the pressure of air in the lungs, the passage of it in and out of me, felt like it was happening to someone else’s body, and suddenly I had found subspace again, and I could look down on the scene from that other place. My body acted automatically, felt things without trying to reason my way out of them, because they befell another girl—one whose body, at least, had learned everything she needed to know about her darkest desires.

I… she… gripped her naughty bottom more tightly and began to rub her pussy obscenely against the other girl’s face… the one her master liked to fuck, when he didn’t fuck the girl he really loved…

Me.

My whole frame seemed to spasm. My knees shook. I pressed my clit firmly against Candy’s licking tongue and I started to come as I watched an orgasm pass through her little body. Master Hendryk kept fucking her and fucking her, so hard that I thought the whipping chair might disintegrate under the pounding.

His eyes stayed on me, and I got so lost in them that I almost didn’t notice when I began to lose my balance. His hands, though, those firm, big hands, left Candy’s body and took hold of mine. He held me up, and a sob burst from my chest at the feeling, at the impossible-to-sort-out mixture of deepening love and taboo sex that seemed to flow from his body, through that warm grip on my upper arms, into me.

Down below, I heard an answering sob from Candy, and she kept licking, kissing, desperately. I kept my mouth open and my hands on my backside, spreading and offering the holes my master could use whenever he wanted—like a plea for him to want to use me soon, fill me, soothe the ache of need. He had taught the other girl, the artificial girl who had somehow just become so much more real, her lesson… hadn’t he? Shouldn’t it be my turn on his huge, beautiful cock?

“Candy,” Master Hendryk said, his voice very gentle despite the huskiness that I knew came from his own need to come. “Are you ready to be a good girl while I fuck Renee?”

She nodded, her tongue moving up and down against my tingling clit with the movement so that I shuddered in Hendryk’s grip, aftershocks of that first little climax shaking my hips and making me pull back at the excess of sensation.

“Yes, Master,” Candy whimpered. “May I lick your balls while you use her?”

“No, Candy,” he said to my surprise. “We’re going to do something different.”

Candy lay on her side on one side of the enormous bed, and I lay facing her, in the middle of it, not close enough to touch, except to hold hands, which our owner told us to do. When he had arranged us this way, he lay down himself, behind me.


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