“How long have you wanted to touch me like this?” I whisper as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, flicking his tongue over the stiffened peak. I moan and shiver at his warm tongue.

  “Since the first day I saw you in my classroom,” he admits, his hands slipping down between us. He finds my clit immediately, working it with two expert fingers while he sucks my breast. I toss my head back, my eyes closing as he massages my sensitive clit. I rut against him, starting to lose myself in the pleasure. Finally, I gush cum all over his fingers, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

  “Good girl. Very good,” he growls, swallowing down my whimpers and moans. He grabs me and stands up, walking me backward to pin me against the wall of bookshelves. Professor hikes my leg up over his waist while he licks and sucks my nipples, his hand slipping down to slide two long fingers inside my slick cunny.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, hard and fast. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s almost too much to handle.

  I look over to see that Coach has unzipped his jeans and is stroking his massive, hard shaft, watching us with an animalistic hunger on his handsome face. I lock eyes with him while Professor fingers my tight little hole, and even when I gush my honey again and again, I never break eye contact. Coach strokes himself faster, groaning with pleasure at the sight of the cum dripping down my thighs. Then Byron leads me over to the sofa, sitting down at the opposite end from Coach. He pulls me down, unzipping his pants to let his huge cock spring free.

  “Suck my cock, Annabel,” he commands. “Now. I want to feel those soft lips around me.” Dripping wet, I climb onto the couch and bend down to suck his cock into my mouth, reveling in the way his size stretches my cheeks. Meanwhile, Coach has my slick pussy right in his face. I shake my ass a little bit, teasing him as I take Professor’s cock down to the hilt.

  “Fuck. Just like that, baby,” he groans, pushing my head down slightly. I begin to bob up and down on his cock, sucking and flicking my tongue over the tight head of his shaft. I can almost feel the temptation building in Coach. I know he wants to touch me. And I’ve decided that I want him to touch me, too. Just watching isn’t enough. I want both men at once.

  Almost like he can read my mind, Coach leans in, grabbing my ass to hold me still while he licks my slick pussy. I moan and rut back against him, riding his face, his flicking tongue, while I deepthroat Professor’s cock. Coach moans, lapping up my creamy cum as he buries his face in my cunny, circling my over-stimulated clit with his tongue until I’m weak with pleasure. He suckles my clit, devouring my pussy and making me nearly choke on Professor’s dick, until finally I squirt my honey into his mouth. He groans, lapping up every drop.

  “Turn around. Suck his cock,” Professor orders me, pushing me off. I obey him without a moment’s hesitation, turning around to lower myself down and pull Coach’s cock into my mouth. He leans back and groans, resting his hand on the back of my head while I bob up and down. Professor walks over to his desk and takes out a little bottle of something, as well as two small square packets. He comes back over and sits down on the sofa, with my ass in his face. He squirts something cool and wet onto my tight asshole and begins to rub little circles around it while he fucks my pussy with his other hand. Slowly, he begins to slip his finger inside my ass, which only intensifies the sensation of his fingers in my cunt. It feels overwhelmingly stimulating. Almost too much to handle. I never imagined I would enjoy anything or anyone near my ass, but I’m surprised at how good it feels. I moan, sending thrums of vibrations up through Coach’s body.

  Professor fingers my asshole and my cunny at the same time, making me shiver and gasp with pleasure. I rut back against him while I pump Coach’s cock with my hand and lips, stroking him harder and faster. I want him to lose control. I want them both to feel as good as I feel right now. Coach reaches around to play with my tits, squeezing them and brushing his fingers over my nipples. I moan and rock back against Professor’s fingers, pushing them deeper inside me until he brushes against my g-spot and I cum again, nearly collapsing with bliss.

  “You like that, hmm?” he says, and I can hear how pleased he is to have made me cum so many times.

  I moan, “Mhm,” as I nearly gag myself on Coach’s dick.

  “You want more, Annabel?” Professor asks.

  “Mhm!” I respond enthusiastically, my mouth still full of cock.

  “I’m going to fuck this tight little virgin cunt until you’re squirming,” he growls. I tremble with anticipation, wiggling my ass and tantalizing him. Professor gets up on his knees, slides a condom on over his cock, and presses the head against my quivering cunt.

  The anticipation is nearly killing me. I look back at him, pleading. “Fuck me, Professor Byron. Take me. I want you to take my virginity. Please.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he grunts, grabbing hold of my hips and shoving his massive cock deep inside my cunt. I cry out, losing myself to pleasure as he thrusts into me again and again, hard and fast. He strikes against my g-spot every time, and I’m almost too overcome with stimulation to suck Coach’s cock. Coach notices this, and soon he decides it’s his turn. Both men switch, with Coach rolling a condom on over his cock and fucking me in the pussy while I suck Professor’s dick, moaning and trembling with need. Coach grabs my pigtails while he fucks me from behind, slamming into me and groaning.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he snarls. He picks me up and turns me around, leaning back so that I’m on top, riding his cock. Professor stands up and watches us for a few minutes, stroking his cock, biding his time. Coach reaches around and fingers my asshole while he fucks me, sending me over the edge. I cum again, soaking his cock with my honey.

  “You like a finger in your ass, little girl?” Professor growls.

  “Yes, sir,” I murmur breathlessly.

  “Would you like something bigger than that? Would you like a cock in your pussy and your ass at the same time?” he asks.

  I nod vigorously, unable to believe what he’s suggesting.

  Coach lifts me up, holding me up easily while he pounds into my slick cunny. Professor comes up behind me, slowly working his thick cock into my tight asshole. The two men hold me up like I weigh nothing at all, both cocks sliding in and out of me until I’m gasping and wailing with pleasure.

  “Oh--my--god!” I squeal, cumming over and over again from the combined pleasure of two hard, massive cocks inside me. This is far better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of. Far better than my wildest fantasies. Two of the hottest older men in the world, sharing me, fucking me mercilessly right here in the office. My cum drips down between us, staining the carpet in a little puddle while I shudder through one climax after another.

  “You love these big cocks in your tight little holes, don’t you?” Coach snarls in my ear.

  “Yes, Coach! I fucking love it,” I gasp.

  “You want us to fill your little pussy and asshole with cum?” Professor asks, quickening his pace. I nod and dive forward to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. I know they’re wearing condoms, but it doesn’t matter. I want them to pump me full of their cum. I want them to explode in my tight virgin holes.

  “Please! Fuck me harder,” I beg them. “I want you to lose control. I’ve been such a good girl all semester. Please. I’ve worked hard for this. I want your cum inside me.”

  That’s all it takes.

  Coach and Professor both cum inside me at the same time, both men bellowing my name as they clutch me close between them, all of us dripping with my honey, all of us shuddering with overwhelming pleasure. After a few minutes of breathing raggedly and clinging to each other, they put me down, each one kissing me deeply. We get dressed, all glowing and excited.

  Before I leave for the night, we all agree to make this a regular occurrence. Sex that mindblowing can’t possibly just happen once.

  “Go team!” I exclaim, jumping up and down, waving my pom-poms with a huge grin on my face. The crowds in the stands are going wild, because the Tornadoes just scored the winning touchdown. The night air is brisk and lovely, the moon shining down as the team rushes off field to celebrate. And now that my routine is over, I turn and rush into the waiting arms of Professor Byron, who has been sitting in the bleachers behind the squad the whole time. He picks me up and swings me around, kissing me passionately.

  “That was amazing, baby,” he says, caressing my cheek lovingly. That softness in his eyes just melts me every time. “I’m sorry it’ll be your last routine for awhile, but you know what the doctor said.”

  I roll my eyes and laugh. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, after tonight, I’ll be retiring my cheerleading uniform for a while. At least until after the baby is born,” I tell him.

  “It’s all about what’s good for you. And the baby,” he adds.

  “Besides, I don’t think I’d look very cute in my uniform with my big pregnant belly poking out,” I giggle. He kisses me again, sweetly.

  “You would look even more beautiful than you do now,” Professor says, wrapping me up in a tight hug. Coach comes running over, looking exhilarated. This is a big win for the team. A great win for his career. Professor greets him with a warm hello, and I turn to hug him, kissing him on the cheek.

  “You did it, babe!” I exclaim happily.

  “Oh no, the team did it. I’m just here to guide them. And cheer them on. But not as well as you do,” Coach adds with a wink. “You looked beautiful out there, Annabel.”

  “Thanks, Coach,” I answer, biting my lip.

  Both men put an arm around me as we walk away from the field. The squad will have their own little celebration, as well as the football team. Hell, the whole college is celebrating a win like this one. But as for me? I know I have something much more exciting waiting for me at home, with my two guys who love me.

  Punishing Her

  I’m lying in my roommates’ bathtub, the big, lavish soaking tub I’ve filled to the brim with a lavender-scented bubble bath. My toes poke out of the water at the porcelain edge, and I can feel the hot water warming my body and helping me relax.

  There are scented candles flickering on the counter for an added dose of atmosphere, and a glass of wine in my hand. I can’t help but feel a little turned on, totally naked and making cheeky faces at the camera set up on the counter, carefully pointed downward to capture my every pose and kiss I blow in its direction.

  I know these are going to be a particularly saucy set of photos for me to post on my account, and I am certain that many of my male fans will get off to it. I may seem ditzy, since that’s all part of the act, but I’m not stupid. I know exactly what my fans want from me. More sex appeal, all the time.

  Some girls might shrink away from all that pressure, but not me. I lean into it.

  It arouses me to think that when I post these photos later, a bunch of random strangers will stop whatever they’re doing and go hide in their bathroom stalls at work and jerk off to the thought of me. I am their fantasy, and I live to tantalize my followers. My free hand is hidden underneath the thick layer of floral-scented bubbles, sliding over my wet, soapy nipples. They’re perky and sensitive, making me sigh when I play with them.

  I bite my lip and wink at the camera, turning my head from side to side and making sure my hair doesn’t slip out of its elaborate, perfectly-designed messy bun. It’s all about looking effortless, even though there is actually a lot of effort happening here. It’s hard work making life look so easy. I’m basically a walking, talking, smiling billboard in the form of a hot young blonde.

  My real name is Kenzie Walton, but I am much more popularly known as KenzieKitten1999. That is what over one million devoted followers call me on my Instagram account. I am basically one gigantic promotional ad. I advertise a lifestyle, a fantasy my followers can only dream about.

  My account is chock full of sexy, smiley images meant to show off how amazing and fulfilling my life is. I post photos of beautifully-arrange flowers, rainbow-hued acai smoothie bowls complete with frozen berries and gourmet chocolate. I always have either a fancy pink cocktail or an expensive coconut water in my hand.

  It doesn’t matter that I’m nineteen, so it’s not even legal for me to drink a cocktail yet. I have a fake ID, plus if I make the drink look delicious and photogenic enough, I can always lie and say it’s alcoholic even if it’s not.

  It’s all about the illusion, anyway. People believe what they want to believe. And my followers? They want to believe I am the sun-soaked, joyful, blonde angel of their wildest dreams. So that is the image I sell them. I’m always wearing a flouncy sun dress that hints at my flawless, curvy body, or a bikini, which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. I work hard to keep in shape. I haven’t touched a carb in months. I work out at the gym super early in the morning, when no one else is there.

  And yeah, I do go out to clubs on a nearly nightly basis, but it’s mostly because dancing is a great way to burn calories.

  Besides, I need to snap cute selfies of myself on the dance floor or on the rooftop VIP lounge, looking gorgeous and tipsy, smiling with a group of friends who I have hand-selected for their good looks and trendy style. I need to associate with the best and brightest stars this city has to offer.

  That’s why I left my tiny, quiet hometown in Arkansas and moved out west to Los Angeles: I want to be a star. Of course, my ultimate goal is to be an actress, but for now, I’m a part-time model and full-time Instagram influencer, which I think is kind of like an acting role in itself. I have to show my audience what they want to see, and hide the parts that would detract from my carefully-curated image.

  Which is why I have to pretend like this is my bathroom and my bathtub, even though it’s actually the one my two roommates, Seth and Hayden, share.

  I have my own bathroom, of course, but it’s not as fancy as this one. They get the big tub, plus the lighting in here is so much better. I’m sure they would be pissed off to see me in here, but I don’t care. I do whatever I want. I’m used to getting my way. I was always a daddy’s girl growing up, and my dad spoiled me like crazy. It was difficult to leave him and all my friends behind in Arkansas, but I’m determined to make it here in California.

  Part of the image I’m trying to cultivate for my adoring fans is that I live a life of wealth and leisure. Having to live with two roommates kind of destroys that fantasy. So, I pretend like the whole beautiful beach-side condo belongs to me. And to be honest? It kind of does. I’m the boss. I know I can be a little bratty sometimes, but it’s only because I’m the princess of this castle, and everyone should know it.

  Besides, I can’t pretend like it doesn’t turn me on a little bit, lying here in the bathtub where my two hot roommates get naked.

  Hayden is twenty-four years old, a professional surfer, and super athletic and muscular. He wins all kinds of competitions and stuff, and he’s always working out and going for long jogs to stay in shape. Seth is twenty-eight, and supposedly he’s some kind of amateur filmmaker or whatever like every other guy out here in LA, but he works as a graphic design artist to pay the bills.

  Both of them are smoking hot.

  Tall, dark hair, gorgeous eyes-- Hayden has a perpetual surfer tan and Seth wears those adorable dorky black-rimmed glasses. I would never admit it to them, but I would fuck either one of them in a heartbeat. I turn off the camera, satisfied with the photos I’ve taken, and sink back down under the hot bubbly water with a sigh.

  I close my eyes and let my hands roam down my body, caressing my supple breasts, my taut stomach, down to my pussy. I bite my lip as I touch myself, imagining Seth and Hayden walking in and finding me here in their bathroom, violating their boundaries. Maybe they would be so angry that they’d want to punish me. Teach me a lesson.

  I begin to massage my clit in little circles, moaning as I picture Hayden unzipping his jeans and whipping out his cock, stroking it while he stares at me with those dark eyes. I imagine him getting into the bathtub with me, the two of us soapy and slippery as we make out. Seth would come up behind me, pressing his cock against my ass while he kisses my neck. I roll my hips in rhythm, sighing as I get closer and closer to climax. I play with my nipples while I touch myself, picturing Hayden’s face as he slides his cock inside my virgin pussy…

  “Fuck,” I murmur breathlessly as I cum all over my fingers underneath the water. I lie there for a moment, just coming down from the waves of pleasure. It feels amazing, but it doesn’t totally satisfy me. I need more, and it’s killing me. But I’m way too busy to date anyone. I haven’t even kissed a guy since I was in high school a couple years ago. It’s so weird how I make everyone think I’m this sexy siren, but in real life, I’m alone.

  I get out of the bath and dry off, then check the time on my phone. “Oh my god!” I gasp, realizing I’m late for an audition I booked last week. I can’t miss this.

  I hurriedly get dressed and head out, hopping into my little pink Honda. I rush across town to the casting set, my stomach twisting in nervous knots. I hope this goes well, because this film could be the one to catapult me into true stardom. I’m in a waiting room with a bunch of other pretty girls, all of whom give me dirty looks and ignore me. It’s a cutthroat world, and I’m used to it by now. Finally, the casting director calls me into the room and hands me a script to read off of while I give the camera sultry looks. I do a pretty damn good job, if I do say so myself, and at the end, the director agrees.

  “That was amazing, Miss Walton,” he says, walking over to shake my hand. He gives me the same lusty onceover that all men give me, and I know he’s picturing me naked. It’s difficult not to. I give him a demure smile.

 

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