Fucking My Professor's Friends

Amanda is nineteen years old, in college, and failing her classes. It's a good thing that her professor is young and handsome, because she's planning on wriggling into his pants and squeezing a better grade out of him.

Unfortunately for Amanda, Professor James has played this game before with other students. He doesn't just want her in his bed... he wants her to service all his friends as well, in a private party for the other lecturers. Amanda's going to have to suck a lot of dick to get out of this one...

FUCKING MY PROFESSOR'S FRIENDS is a 5,500 word adults only gangbang erotica story, filled with consensual sex between one horny girl and a whole dinner-party full of lecturers and professors. Professor James gets Amanda into a little maid outfit, ties her to his table and lets his friends loose on all her holes, resulting in vaginal and oral sex, lots of cumshots, anal play, and a bukkake finish. 18+ only!

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EXCERPT: Professor James stopped me. "I think Professor Crichton here would like to say a word."

Crichton was a short, dark man with a big moustache. I stood before him, heart in my mouth. "Yes, sir?"

"Turn around for me," he said. I obeyed, and he whistled between his teeth. "Great ass," he said. "James, where did you find this one?"

"The usual. Bad grades, she came to me." Professor James sipped his wine. "Very obedient."

"A keeper."

"Absolutely." He clicked his fingers. "Amanda, over here."

I traipsed back across the dining room, blushing so hard that my cheeks burned. "Yes?"

"I think I spilled some sauce on my pants. Could you clean that up for me?"

I hesitated. "I don't have a cloth-"

"With your tongue, dear."

I looked down. Professor James had unzipped his fly and let his cock flop out through the gap. It was soft and curled, almost cute, with a patch of dark hair curling at the base. I knelt down, heart hammering. Why was I so nervous? I'd done this so many times before, so why was it different with my professor?

"Good girl," he said, patting the back of my head. "Get it all clean."

Slowly, hesitantly, I licked along the length of his cock. The other lecturers were silent, craning their necks to watch me as I ran my tongue around the silken head of my professor's dick. A small drop of precum beaded at the head, and I lapped it up, relishing the salty flavour.

"Very, very good," Professor James said. "Now, put it in your mouth."

I opened wide and took his entire cock into my mouth. It was still soft, and rested nicely against my tongue. I began to suck at his dick but Professor James rested a hand on the back of my head. "No, dear. Just hold it there."

I stopped, waiting, his cock flaccid in my mouth. Then I felt hands on my ass. One of the other lecturers had circled the table and was lifting my little black skirt. "Lacy," he said, as he tugged at my underwear. "Very nice."

"Calm down, Steve. Don't get all creepy-uncle on the poor girl." Professor James continued stroking my hair back from my face. "Fuck her if you want, but don't be weird about it."

"Sure, sure." I heard a zip being pulled down, and then strong fingers pulled my underwear down around my knees. A finger ran up and down my pussy lips. I couldn't help it - I was already wet, although whether that was because I liked these men or because it was so damned dirty, I didn't know. Another ripping sound - Steve, whoever he was, was putting on a condom.

"Now," Professor James said, "I want you to keep that dick in your mouth the whole time. Don't bite, don't lick, don't suck. Just hold it there."

I nodded. His cock was getting harder, but not so much that I couldn't keep my lips all the way down at the base of his shaft. I was drooling a little, but I don't think he minded. Steve positioned his cock at my entrance, and I held my breath...