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Juggling university commitments and part-time work is enough to take up all of April's time. However, when her roommate suggests a trip to the male strip club in town, she couldn't say no, especially after the kind of day she's had.She finds herself in the arms of two familiar sexy hunks who are eager to help her take the edge - and her clothes - off. Embarrassed but aroused, April is stripped down in public and taken hard in every way possible while strangers watch. She soon finds herself in cuffs, ropes, and clamps, surrendering to the groping hands and hardness all around.This standalone short contains steamy bondage, rough encounters, exhibitionism & voyeurism, & spankings.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~I was mesmerized and horrified at the same time. The two naked men were like a woman's wet dream come true. I gulped and tried not to move as they continued their sensual assault on my nerves.Even the smallest of gusts sent electric tingles down my spine. I shivered and kept my eyes wide open, breathtakingly aware that all eyes were on us. I knew I should be doing something, anything.Instead, I continued standing in the middle of the stage like a pole for the two men to dance around.Everything about the situation overwhelmed me. I knew that if I let myself think too hard about it, my brain would likely shut down completely.I needed to focus on the now.And right now, there were two naked men dancing around me, their erections sometimes touching my thighs as they got close enough. Their breaths were sweet, hot and audibly labored, betraying the lust that hummed against their burning skin. I knew they craved the same things I did.The insistent tingling beneath the surface of my skin was like sparks the came to life whenever they closed in.The light on the stage focused on me and blinded me to the audience. Blood hummed in my veins and the ringing in my ears drowned out the cheers and encouragements from the crowd.I let the moment take me. I let the arousal fuel the bravery I would otherwise have lacked completely. If I were to listen to my mind, I would be off the stage in a moment, back to my boring, stress-filled life.But I wasn't going to listen to my mind.I was going to listen to the throbbing need between my legs that yearned for release. I was listening to the desire in the men's eyes that called to me like a siren. I listened to the electric sizzles beneath my skin that burned as they teased me, skin barely touching skin.I drew a deep, ragged breath and grabbed Glen by his hair the next time he was close enough to touch, pushing his face towards mine so our breaths mixed in the air between us, like a passionate fog dancing in desire. The moment my lips touched his, all reason left my mind and there was only the two of us on the stage.Cody's hand touched the small of my back, reminding me of his presence. I arched my back to his touch, feeling myself mellow completely to their advances.All right, the three of us on that stage.
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(Threesome Surrender 2)
By Malory Chambers
Copyright 2016 Malory Chambers
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
"Please, Professor?" I begged. I just an extra two points to get my grade to the 'A' that I needed in order to get in the Dean's List. Then I could get the Merit Scholarship I needed to stop working part-time.
"No, April," he said crushing my dreams in one fell swoop. He was still focused on grading the papers on the table as if I wasn't there.
I could hardly blame him for his indifference. Professor Glen had been quite clear about setting up clear meeting hours. The fact that I had walked into his office unannounced and sat down on the chair opposite his was enough to pull my grade down, much less getting it into an 'A'. Nevertheless, the semester was almost over and I needed it too much to be scared.
"Maybe there's something I could do? Extra credit stuff?" I urged. My nerves were on edge. When his fingers stopped crossing and ticking the lines on the paper he was working on, I knew I was starting to get on his nerves.
Professor Glen was my last chance. I had flunked my art class, or all things, and that was beyond repair. Everything that I drew on the canvas looked like a five-year-old had a go at it. The Art Professor thought I would be able to do fine in Abstract Art, but I had better work hard with my degree instead of going into an Art career.
"I could be a TA for the next semester," I suggested, "Maybe even tutor some of the students who had to repeat the course?"
Professor Glen looked up and fixed me with an icy stare that he reserved for when his students ask stupid questions. And I was asking a stupid question. Students who had to repeat the course do not deserve to be in his class.
I gulped and resisted the urge to cower under that gaze. I had taken two full shots of whisky before coming into the office. It was going to take a lot more than a steely gaze to get me to back down.
After all, it was only two points. Surely that can't be too much to ask for?! I have had professors bump up my grade just because I attended every single class. I tried my best puppy dog eyes with him, only to be rewarded with an even icier glare.
"April," he rubbed his stubble with his hand and tried to look a little more sympathetic to my worries. It was a hard task, considering his expression was perpetually edged in hardness. "You should have worked harder if you really needed those extra two points," he said.
"I do work hard," I squirmed in my seat. I had to take up a part time job in order to continue paying for my tuition, but apart from that, I spent every waking moment with my nose in a book. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, hoping he wouldn't see how nervous being alone with him made me.
Professor Wolf didn't just get the nickname because of his icy personality. He had the stern and animal look of one. His classes were all almost impossible to register for in the beginning of the semester because of all the girls interested to get a look at the hottest professor on campus.
Some students would even sneak into class and take pictures of him while he wasn't looking. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on his female students.
"Evidently not hard enough," he cocked his head at me. "This class alone shouldn't be enough to pull down your entire grade point average. Which class didn't you do well for?"
"Art class," I said. "It's so stupid. It's an elective course."
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Art?"
"Yes," I said. "Please, professor. If I can get on the Dean's List again, I could apply for the merit scholarship and I wouldn't have to-" I stopped myself. I was sure if it was against school policy to have students working off campus for so many hours.
He gave me a quizzical look, but didn't push me further. The way he looked at me made me feel like he was stripping me with his eyes.
I crossed my legs as I felt a heat coil between them. "The thing is," I bit my lip, "Do you think you could do something to help me with this?" I looked up to meet his eyes fully.
He stood and looked out the window contemplatively. I used the opportunity to study him in detail. What the girls in my year would give up to be in my shoes right now! Biting back a sigh, I shifted my weight as I waited for him to come to a conclusion.
I knew it was a long shot. He probably didn't want to risk giving me extra credit since it would suggest he's being unfair and get him in trouble with the academic board. That wouldn't be a problem as long as I didn't blab.
His white buttoned shirt was transparent enough that I could see the tattoos on his back and his arms rippled with muscle. When he turned around, I could see the same tattoo across his chest through the thin fabric. I wondered if that was the reason he preferred dark clothing.
He walked around the desk and leaned against it in front of me. His body oozed masculinity.
"You are a beautiful woman, April," he said abruptly.
It was so unexpected, so out of place. My face flushed red and I inhaled sharply, inadvertently taking a deep whiff of his scent. "Thank you," I said without thought, mesmerized by his dark gaze.
My breath hitched at my throat and my body responded immediately to being the focus of his gaze. I was burning with a fiery lust that I was afraid he could feel. My sex throbbed and the yearning in my belly threatened to turn into a shudder.
I couldn't move when he reached his palm forward to cup my cheek, his warm hand sending an electric sensation through my core. That simple touch was enough to invigorate me. My eyes widened and I leaned against his palm.
"Perhaps... perhaps we could work something out," he whispered hoarsely, rubbing his thumb along the line of my jaw.
I bit back my needy whimpers, my thighs throbbing with familiar need. This was nothing like I expected when I set foot into the office. I had thought of an extra paper, or a few more hours of tutoring sessions for the students failing in his class.
This was so much better. Sweet heat spread through me.
"Yes," I breathed, turning to kiss his palm. "Yes..."
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