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Appealing Curves: Watched by Her Boss

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Claire doesn’t expect much to come from her attempts to get a job, at least until she meets Mr. Trudeau. He’s rich, incredibly handsome, frustrated by an ungrateful wife, and he’s looking for a maid. Wanting to be with him seems like an impossible dream, but denying her feelings is becoming harder and harder.

And when she glimpses him watching her change, she realizes he might feel the same way. The experience of being watched is so much hotter and more thrilling than she’d ever expected, and now that she has the older man’s attention, it’s only a matter of time before he decides to take control and take what he wants …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a curvy inexperienced maid, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

A wave of hot, forbidden excitement rushed through her body as she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye through the gap in the door. Yes, he was in the study. She was situated perfectly in his line of sight, standing in front of the mirror, looking at her own flushed, excited face.

Slowly she peeled away her uniform. First was the soft nylon top, and she let it flutter to the corner of the bathroom with a little flick. She made a show of looking at herself in the mirror, turning around and bending to push her ass out as she slid the athletic shorts down her thighs.

Now she was standing in full view in just her underwear. She didn’t dare sneak a peek at whether Mr. Trudeau was still in the office, but she hadn’t heard him leave. She could almost feel his eyes on her, running over her body. It was incredible. She had never imagined being watched could feel like this.

With an arch of her back, she began to take off her bra and lift it over her head.

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Catching the Maid

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Adrian Belfour seems like a man with everything he could possibly want: wealth, success, good looks, a beautiful home, and a family. But six months ago he hired Liza to help around the house, and now the unflappable man can’t get her out of his head.

Liza loves working for Mr. Belfour, as much for the thrill of being around him as for his generosity. She won’t let herself hope for anything more, but sometimes she can’t help but fantasize just a little. What’s the harm, as long as no one finds out?

But when Adrian walks in on the curvy young woman trying on some of his wife’s lingerie, he loses control. He has to have her, even if it is desperately forbidden and much too rough for Liza’s first time …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and his curvy inexperienced maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

She hooked a strap with one finger and pulled the small garment out of the box. It unfolded smoothly to hang from her hand and she held it up to inspect it.

It was a sheer camisole – meant to enhance and make prominent rather than conceal. A narrow band of fabric ran beneath the bust and connected to string straps at the sides. The rest of the garment was barely there at all. It could have been stuffed into a napkin ring.

Liza was blushing furiously as she held it up. Was this Mrs. Belfour’s? Or a gift for her?

It was exquisite, and the thought of a woman’s body softly revealed underneath the wispy, flowing fabric had her wet all over again, but that was something that happened a little too easily when she was in this house anyways.

She had never seen something like this in person. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like in it. She looked down at herself, pensively evaluating her body. She had always been a little on the sturdier side, but over the course of her teenage years that boyish thickness had developed into the soft, feminine curves of a woman.

Her hips and ass were generous and well-defined. Her breasts were on the larger side, full and firm. She’d never slept with a man or been seen naked by one. She liked to think she was pretty, but it was sometimes so easy to think no one thought so or would ever think so …

She took the camisole and held it against herself, looking down to see how it matched her in size. At first glance it looked like a surprisingly good fit. The soft fabric fell down to the tops of her thighs.

She pressed it against herself. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to put something like this on for a man? To wrap herself up in such a seductive garment, knowing it would drive him wild and relishing the feeling of being desired?

She set it down and circled around the front hall to the foot of the main stairs and listened for sounds coming from the children’s rooms. Everything was still and silent. The only light spilled out into the foyer from the kitchen. The rest of the house was dark.

She hurried back to the kitchen and took it into the dining room beyond, where a floor length mirror stood on the north wall.

With the guilty thrill of knowing she was doing something she absolutely should not be doing, she set the box on the dining table beside her and began to slip out of her clothes.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 3: At Large

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Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville’s good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher’s experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy – along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild – she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor’s highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.

In the wake of his success, Dr. Asheville’s lab is moving to a private facility and he’s sent Tracy to stay with his friend across town. But after weeks living in a world of eager obedience and simple pleasures, she’s become dependent on the man that transformed her – and on the pleasure treatment regimen that satisfied her overcharged sex drive. Deprived of them both, the sheltered, pleasure-loving test subject soon finds herself helplessly horny and helplessly lost in the big city, trying to pretend she doesn’t have a body specifically designed to make all the men around her wild with desire.

She wants to be a good girl and find Dr. Asheville’s friend, but soon she’ll be unable to resist even the most casual advances, and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes along to take advantage of the situation.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvaceous young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

At Large is the third installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.

Excerpt

My skimpy clothes were clinging to me as I stepped in out of the rain. I was shivering, just a little bit, and it felt good to close the door behind me and feel the warm air of the bar wash over my chilled body, even if the mingling smells of liquor and smoke stung my nostrils just a bit. My face scrunched up at their unexpected intensity.

I looked around shyly. Immediately I felt out of place and I could see some of the men near the door turning to notice me as I stood hesitating on the threshold. Was this a mistake? Coming in here now? I hadn’t been out in public since early in Dr. Vellano’s treatment program – not since the changes had really started – and now I was at the center of so many unfamiliar faces with expressions that made it clear how much I stuck out. Some of them were openly appreciative or even a little predatory as they took in my appearance.

Even in a nightclub filled with men and women trying to look their best, my ripe, inviting form stood out effortlessly. The wet blouse I had been given clung to my breasts and my nipples were poking through the almost sheer cloth as though an advertisement.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 2: Passed Around

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Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville’s good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher’s experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy – along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild – she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor’s highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.

But now he’s decided it’s time to bring this breakthrough the attention it deserves, and he’s going to put Tracy centerstage for a demonstration of his new techniques to a group of colleagues flying in from across the country. But maybe even he has underestimated the power of the changes he has inspired in his little project, because once the doors are closed and the presentations have begun, things seem ready to get hot and out of control, very fast.

Can the doctor’s submissive, pleasure-loving creation handle all the appetites of a world driven wild by her sexual allure? Or will she prove powerless to resist even her own scientifically enhanced urges to take it hard and fast from any man who will give it to her?
Passed Around is the second installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“She’s at her most docile immediately after a session,” he went on. “This was usually when I found it easiest to take measurements and gauge progress. At other times she can be – through no ill intent of her own – a little … excitable. That is, if you’d like to examine her, now would be a good time.”

A babble of quiet speculation met his words. Several of the researchers approached me. They were initially dubious but I smiled encouragingly at them, happy to show I could be cooperative, and managed to stand up straight and expectant. Dr. Asheville usually gave me a little longer to recover after an orgasm, but I was supposed to be on especially good behavior.

They surrounded me, obviously enthusiastic about the chance to examine me. Curious fingers felt the smoothness of my skin, the contour of my side, and ran through my thick, lush hair. I basked quietly in their attention and let them touch me wherever they wanted. All the little caresses – ten or twelve hands on me at once – gave me the hot, sort of dirty feeling that my body was public property.

A pair of strong hands cupped my breasts and a light breath of pleasure escaped my parted lips. I looked up to see the doctor I had been fantasizing about earlier. He smiled at me, his eyes appreciative.

Other hands, more daring still, felt the fullness of my ass and even brushed over the wet lips of my pussy. I drew in a sharp gasp at the touch and obediently held still, silently waiting for it to return. I couldn’t see who it had been. Several of the researchers seemed impressed by my immediate and intense reaction, and soon another curious finger ran along my slick, sensitive folds. My knees weakened and my eyes closed as I focused all my attention on the touch, willing it to return. It came again and my hands clenched as I fought to remain still and upright at the center of the examiners. And it came again, this time the touch probed at my hole and pushed into me. An abrupt orgasm burst through me, all the more intense for the way I was trying to fight it. My legs shook and a few quiet moans escaped my mouth. “Please don’t rile her up,” I heard Dr. Asheville’s chiding voice. “She’s trying to hold still for you.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 1

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Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she’s just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he’s prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he’ll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn’t about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn’t immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn’t have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn’t want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn’t care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Accomodating the Biker Gang

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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, alpha male biker outlaws and BBWs, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, lactation, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, exhibitionist themes, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Cindy Hancase is all business, all the time, and it’s her willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped her build her little clothing line into a full-fledged fashion brand. But she’s taken things just a little too far when she turns to moneylaundering to help her struggling bottom line, a decision that brings her in contact with types of men she might not be ready to handle.

Now when she tells the outlaw MC president she needs to take a break from their agreement, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her focus and get her books in order. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he’s given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Parts of her body might get enhanced, but her brain certainly won’t be one of them.

Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.

“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

“My tits are bigger, too, aren’t they? I’m sort of having trouble remembering exactly how big they used to be.”

He stood up and walked around the table. In a moment I was standing paralyzed in front of him. He put out two rough-palmed hands and cupped my breasts, hefting and massaging them gently. I let out a low moan as the pleasure of his touch ran through me.

“I’d say so,” he confirmed. “But don’t you worry. That’s what it’s supposed to do. And we know just what to do about that, too.”

My breath was in my throat as I looked into his face. I had never been this close to him before, or any of the criminals I worked with against my better judgment. The faint aroma of liquor, gasoline, and cigarettes spiced his thick masculine scent.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.

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Busty for the Billionaire

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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a billionaire alpha male and his young BBW secretary, multiple partners, group sex, exhibitionist themes, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Sasha’s four years in college were supposed to prepare her for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Elliot Cheever takes all the sting out of being a secretary. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that she can’t help but sometimes think about more than a work relationship.

Trying to look good for her boss, she’s bought herself a beauty supplement that promises more than just good skin. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones give Sasha the curves she’s always wanted and kick her fantasy of seduction into sudden overdrive.

Before she’s had time to think, she’s flaunting her new attitude and assets through the office in ways that Mr. Cheever and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the fertile but inexperienced young woman is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I shifted over to stand in front of the reflective metallic panel that held the floor number keypad and bent down to make sure I looked alright. It must have been the slightly distorted shape of the panel, but the changes I had observed earlier in the morning seemed, if anything, to have increased.

Also , my nipples were poking out very obviously through the thin cloth of my blouse. Good lord, had I looked like that this whole time? My body clenched in delicious embarrassment as I realized after the fact just why my appearance had made such an impression on my new friend John. I had never been dressed so inappropriately in public in my life, let alone in the middle of the financial sector in the middle of a work day.

I rubbed at the offending nipples. Oh God did that feel good, but it did the exact opposite of the desired effect. Between the tightness of the fabric and the prominence of my nipples I sort of looked like a girl in a wet t-shirt contest. I giggled a little, remembering I had once thought about entering one of those back in college but never came close to mustering the courage.

For whatever reason, it didn’t seem to occur to me that looking like that in a nightclub during spring break was a little different from showing up for work as a secretary on the forty-fifth floor. Nothing could lessen my good mood.

I removed the key from my purse that authorized the elevator to go beyond the public floors, and in another thirty seconds I watched the doors open on the familiar lobby that I presided over.

I tiptoed out of the elevator and peeked across at the blind-obscured windows of his office. The light was on. I sighed, accepting my status of comparative incompetence with resignation. He could fly to Washington, speak at a conference, fly home, and be back at work before I could snap a bra on and drive seventeen blocks. Actually, I had only managed half of those things. Who knew why he put up with me?

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.

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The Doctor Prefers Curves

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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, alpha males and BBWs, multiple partners, medical examinations, public group sex, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, Rachel McAlister is being stretched to the limit. What she really needs is something to help her let go and unwind, and her doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of latent sexual tension, though Rachel is quick to deny to her handsome young doctor that this could be a concern for her.

But when he issues her the drug and keeps the voluptuous young woman in his exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

Excerpt:

His voice stopped me, understanding but firm. “Try to focus, Rachel. I understand the drug can be a little disorienting, but try to remember why we’re here. You came in because you were having trouble with -”

“Oh, I remember now, Dr. Peterson. I’m sorry. Yes, I really am feeling a lot better. In fact, it’s hard to even remember what had me so worked up in the first place.”

“That’s good,” he said, scribbling something. “That’s very good. And what about the other issues we talked about?”

“Oh,” I said, having forgotten for a moment the source of my previous anxiety. “I – uh, I’m sure there isn’t anything to worry about.”

“Well lie back,” he said. “I need to take your blood pressure.”

Compliantly, I flopped back onto the exam table. My legs splayed open lazily and for a moment I worried that my gown had hiked up to show more than I meant to. But it felt so good just to lie there that I really couldn’t find it in myself to check.

Dr. Peterson came over next to me. I saw his eyes flick over my body and caught a momentary gleam of desire in those dark, alluring eyes.

“Is my p**** showing, Dr. Peterson?” I asked lazily.

“It is, as a matter of fact,” he said, putting a hand to my forehead and writing something down. “You know we don’t require patients to remove their underwear when we have them change, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Peterson. I don’t mean to be improper. It’s just that I wasn’t wearing any panties today. Isn’t that silly? I completely forgot to wear panties.”

“That’s quite alright,” he said, removing his hand from my forehead.

I closed my eyes again. The drug’s effects were getting stronger, and there was definitely something sexual about the way I was feeling. I liked talking about my p**** with him. I liked him looking at it.

“Why don’t I give you a quick once-over?” he suggested. “While we’ve got you down here anyways.”

“Of course, doctor,” I agreed, spreading my legs wider for him.

He put his hand on the side of my throat, feeling at my pulse. His fingers were gentle and strong and my skin felt hot and very sensitive to his touch. Everything felt good, but especially him. “Body temperature seems stable, and pulse normal,” he said, scribbling.

“You know I really like when you touch me, Dr. Peterson. You should do it more.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said distractedly as he continued the exam. His hands made deft, knowing little movements down my body. Each one sent a shiver of pleasure up through me.

He prodded several times at my upper stomach and then moved lower. It wasn’t until I felt his fingers on my bare skin that I realized how much of myself I was showing. He hadn’t just caught a glimpse; the entire lower half of my body below my navel was bared and in view. I wriggled in a naughty sort of glee.

“Try to hold still, Rachel,” he chided.

“Sorry, Dr. Peterson,” I apologized.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

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Horny Pill for the Curvy Girl

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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, alpha males and BBWs, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Sandra Malke has had a tough week rushing the Phi Gamma sorority: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but she’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until she hears what her final assignment is going to be. Apparently she’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return her final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be with two fraternity brothers she’s never met, and in public? And do the sisters have to give her a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac to be sure she’ll go through with it? It all sounds a bit excessive, but deep down she probably can’t deny she finds the prospect a little thrilling, too.

Excerpt:

“This doesn’t sound like something I should be doing,” I went on when she was slow to answer. I tried to come up with a more specific objection, but I was having a lot of trouble thinking of one. This was actually all starting to sound like a pretty good idea.

“Jenna, I don’t think we gave her enough,” Mary-Anne said dubiously.

“We gave her more than enough. Just give her another minute.”

They fell silent, watching me. The dizziness and lightheadedness started to go away, but the warmth and hyper-sensitivity continued to increase. With each passing moment my weak objections seemed to fall further into the past. Men were coming. That’s what seemed important now. They were bringing men here and I was going to do something.

I looked down and saw my hand rubbing compulsively over the front of my skirt, trying to inch between my legs. I pulled it away and straightened my clothes.

“When is all this happening?” I asked in as neutral a tone as I could manage.

“They should be getting here soon. How are you feeling?”

I ran a hand through my hair and squeezed my thighs together in passive yearning. “Sort of the way you wanted me to be feeling, I think.” Certain parts of me felt so good that it was becoming just about impossible to keep my hands off myself. “Tell me about the guys coming over.”

I saw Mary-Anne exchange a smug look with the girl in the back. “They pick out the two hottest guys in their rush class. I haven’t met them.”

“Two of them?” I asked.

“When you see them you’ll be sorry there aren’t three.”

The wicked thought sent a sort of physical giggle all the way through my thrumming, needy body. “That sounds really good,” I agreed. “I don’t even know what three would be like.”

I looked around and saw a glass bookshelf against the wall behind me. I approached it curiously and checked my reflection in the glass. My cheeks were flushed and my pupils seemed a bit larger than usual. Otherwise I looked my normal self. I tugged a few unruly strands of hair into place and turned to look at myself in profile. This was a good outfit. I didn’t exactly have a body type that every outfit flattered, but this was a good one; I looked all tits and ass. They’d like me, or at least I hoped they would. I ran a hand down the back of my thighs and then more enthusiastically down my front.

“Soon, you said?” I asked Mary-Anne.

“Yeah, soon.”

I turned back to the room. They were all still watching me. As if I didn’t have enough to think about already, it was as though I could actually feel their eyes on me. It was kind of a hot sensation in its own right. They were all looking at me as my every little sexual sensation bubbled to the surface quite plainly and openly.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s The Public Sex Dare with full consent of the original author.

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The Dirty Thought That Slipped Out

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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, sexy alpha males and BBWs, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Chrissy doesn’t know why she started the rumor about Professor Simmons, her young and handsome literature professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention, or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Mr. Munson himself, and when Chrissy is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, she finds out he’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, she can admit she’s probably earned the spanking she’ll get, but did he really have to tell Professor Simmons about the whole thing, too? Surely he’ll find his own ways to settle accounts, and all Chrissy can do is wait and see which method will leave her more sore.

Excerpt:

The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Simmons my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel him considering me.

“Won’t you say something, Professor?” I finally blurted.

“I’m trying to understand you, Chrissy.”

“What’s to understand? I shouldn’t have said – I just made a mistake.”

“What did you want?”

I struggled with the question. “I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth,” I said finally in a very quiet voice. “I’m just so incredibly embarrassed, Professor.”

He blinked in surprise. Then he started to laugh. “Is that what it was?” he said. “I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand.” He closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. “But then again, if you knew the headache … what a stupid thing.”

“I’m sorry.”

He loosened his necktie and ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn’t help but find him even sexier angry than when he was calm and collected. He seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that he had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when he was younger.

He turned back to look at me and caught me staring. His eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into his face.

“Well what are we going to do about this?” he asked.

The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched him without answering.

“Tell me,” he said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. “What is it exactly you told people I did?”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.

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