A compilation of compilations!
Double Up features eight incredibly hot Emily Cantore erotic stories:
Blind Date
Going Down
The Professor
Night Visit
Good Cop
Fire Man
The Actor
Oiled Down
From The Professor:
“Shit!” he said, and then started to slap the side of the machine. I was incredibly tense and on edge already, and was desperate to get home for some sexual relief, but when he began to hit that projector it relit the fire inside me. Somehow my aroused state was blurring the lines between innocent and depraved activity, and in my mind he wasn’t hitting the projector – he was spanking it. He struck it a few times, each time giving me a jolt of sexual electricity. He looked up at me as I glared fixatedly at the projector. I shook the thought from my mind as he asked, “What’s the matter?”
His smile told me he knew exactly what the matter was, but he continued to act confused. My pussy was throbbing by this point, and I was about to turn and run for the door when he brushed past his chair, knocking his jacket off the back and onto the dusty floor. He picked it up and held it in front of him as he surveyed the damage.
“Argh!” he groaned as he looked at me again with that wry grin. He walked over to the chalk board and picked up a long ruler, and holding the jacket at arm’s length he struck it. He knew exactly what I was feeling, and with each lash he gave the coat I jumped nervously, my arms trembling with anxiety. He hit it a few more times until I yelled out “Stop!”
On the one hand I would have happily died at that moment, but on the other hand I was more turned on than at any other time in my life. My breath was quivering as he walked over and stood next to me.
“It’s completely natural, you know. What you’re feeling… I know other people who are the same way,” he explained, although it didn’t soften my nerves much at all. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided me over to the large desk at the front. I was like putty in his hands, following without even noticing. I stood at the front, looking up at the seats as I leaned against the desk. He disappeared behind me and then I heard a loud crack that echoed off the walls and around the room. I jumped out of my skin as the sharp thrash of the ruler struck my ass cheeks, sending a fresh trickle of juices to my vagina. I was stunned and unable to turn around, but he waited for some sort of reaction. I looked back at him with my mouth gaping wide open. A smile began to creep across my lips as I realized the possibilities that were on offer. This was everything I could possibly want!
“Again” I whispered, clawing hold of the ridges in the desk as he raised his arm for another swing. He lashed it over my cheeks again, sending a wave of pain over my body. My nails dug into the wood as he whipped me with it again and again, getting harder with each strike. My clitoris was firming up as I tried to contain my pleasure, but the occasional yelp slipped out. I bent over the desk, assuming the position as he whipped me with the ruler. My ass stuck out behind me, giving him a perfect target to strike.
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