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  Lesson in Lust

  Brooklyn Reese

  Copyright 2011 Brooklyn Reese

  Original Title: Dominating Devon

  Published by Pink Parts Press

  All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced in any form or by any means, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Lesson in Lust

  Bonus Material

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Kissing the Pink

  Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's My Best Friend's Dad

  Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Wet for Brother

  "Where the hell is my classroom?" I muttered aloud, angry as I turned down yet another long, now-empty hallway on the far side of the building. They all started to look alike after a while and the map didn’t make any sense. I was completely frustrated and I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. "It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. Grow up, Laney. First day of college. You’re not a little girl anymore."

  Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the room numbers started falling in line with my smudged schedule. Thank god. At least I’m going the right way this time. Remind me to kick the architect square in the nuts when I find out who he is. It’s like a goddamn maze in this school.

  I tried to act casual as I opened the door to my biology lecture hall, but there was no point. I was more than just fashionably late, and the entire room stopped to stare as I came through the door.

  I heard the professor’s annoyed, exaggerated sigh before I actually had the guts to turn and face him. I made my way over to the first empty desk I could find and gave a sheepish grin to those who were still staring and quickly took my seat. I looked up to apologize, but instead found myself face-to-crotch with my new professor. Mmmm, well, hello there. I lingered a bit too long on the way he filled out the front of his pants before making my way up his torso to meet his eyes. Scowling down at me was a man about my father’s age, who radiated more sex appeal by himself than every guy in my graduating class put together. I felt a tingle straight down the center of my body and immediately moistened my panties as a result. Oh, I’d definitely chosen my college well, I silently congratulated myself.

  "Schedule?" his stern voice asked expectantly as he held out his empty hand.

  "Oh, right." I gave him my best, "I'm sorry" smile and handed him the crinkled paper I’d been clutching moments earlier.

  He plucked it crisply from my grasp, grazing my fingers as he did. The shock he sent through my body with his touch felt like a thousand lightening bolts. I thought maybe he felt it as well because he paused - almost too briefly to notice - and a peculiar look flashed across his face. Without missing another beat, he turned on one heel, and went back to barking at the class over proper lab etiquette and his classroom rules.

  Great. Day one, a hot professor, and we’d already gotten under each other’s skin before I'd been in his class three minutes. This was going to be one long-ass semester.

  * * *

  "Miss Matthews, I need to see you a moment." He had his arms folded across his broad chest and was leaning back in his chair watching me with a cool stare as I made my way closer. If I hadn't already felt the tension before, I certainly felt it now. Shit. His was the last class of the day and all I wanted to do was bolt now that it was over. I clearly had not made a good first impression and I needed this day to end already. Instead, I found myself reluctantly making my way up to Professor Parker’s desk for a lecture I was certain he had reserved just for me.

  "Here's your schedule back. I assume you will need it. I also assume, Miss Matthews, that you will not be tardy to my class again. Part of your grade is dependent on your attendance here and lab times cannot be made up. This is a very fast-paced class and you need to be here as scheduled to ensure you do not fail. Do you have any questions?"

  "I’m sorry. I’m new here and I…"

  "Excuses will not be tolerated. This is not high school anymore."

  "Yes, Mr. Parker."

  "Doctor."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Dr. Parker, Miss Matthews."

  "Alright. Doctor Parker." I enunciated coolly, my annoyance coming through.

  "Good. I shall you see you on time next class period then.

  Devon Parker was an arrogant asshole, plain and simple, but he was by far the sexiest asshole I’d ever been around. Was the amount of homework he was giving on the first day even humane? Jesus. If this was my introduction to pre-med, maybe I wasn’t cut out for it after all. The sting in Dr. Parker’s bite was bad, but what was worse was what he was doing to my body. Being up at his desk was pure torture. Not because he was icy towards me, but because he had my tits standing at attention, hanging on to his every word. I watched him lustfully as he stood up and began packing up his briefcase.

  "Can I help you with something, Miss Matthews?"

  He was looking at me with amusement when I blinked back to reality and realized I had been staring at his crotch again. I flushed with humiliation, stammered a quick, "no thank you", and turned to leave, dying inside for having been caught. I felt his eyes bore into my back as I walked away, so I glanced over my shoulder in time to see that he was checking out my ass. This time, it was his turn to blush. I turned back around and grinned broadly, giving my taut little ass an extra wiggle on the way out the door in case he was still watching, and I was sure he was. Score one for those brutal hours in kickboxing class last summer.

  "You most certainly can help me with something", I thought naughtily.

  Maybe passing this class would be a breeze after all.

  * * *

  Getting Dr. Devon Parker out of my head that night was impossible. The generous bulge in his pants had me dripping with desire. I imagined his hot cock, hard and long in my hands, and him watching me as I licked and teased it with my soft, pink mouth. I began to imagine all the naughty things he would do to me with his manhood, thrusting deep, fucking me until I gasped for breath. I couldn't think straight anymore. I was throbbing inside. He was even sexier when he was mean, and I liked it. Little did he know his rough exterior only made me hotter with each passing day.

  My roommate was out for the night, and I couldn't deny my aching pussy any longer. I put down my magazine, grabbed the vibrator tucked safely away in my drawer, and stripped off my tank top and panties, lying back on the couch, spread-eagled. My nipples hardened against the cool air and I shuddered in anticipation. I touched my hot fingers against my rack and gently began rubbing and kneading, slowly circling the darkened, stiff peaks erupting from my chest. I moaned then moved my hands south, lightly teasing the flesh around the outside of my mound. I worked one finger up and down my slit, lingering on the soft, wet folds until it was slick from the wetness I had created with my touch.

  I gripped my latex joystick and turned it on low, awakening my clit from its slumber and driving tingling sensations throughout my entire lower body. I focused on my nub, giving it attention it hadn't seen in far too long. As I rocked and bucked against my toy I imagined that it was Devon's cock, fucking me hard and fast, and releasing his anger inside of me as I screamed. I moved lower and still lower, vibrating the rim of my ass as it begged for attention, until I sent jolts of ecstasy throughout my backside. And semi-reluctantly back up I traveled, not wanting to deny my gushing tunnel the pleasure of my session. I drew circles around the thin skin of my snatch, sparks of pleasure erupting from every pore. As my cunt adjusted to the vibrations, I took it up a notch, making it beat harder against my clit. Rough. Hot
. Wet. Oh, yes. Faster. Mmmm, shit, I was about to cum. I needed this release, but not quite yet. I needed to feel this a bit longer. I flipped off the vibration and rammed the purple schlong deep into my folds and pulled out again. Faster and harder I thrust it in and out, in and out, again and again, fucking myself right there, for anyone to see should they walk in. But I didn't care. I was picturing Devon above me, his perfect brow beaded with sweat and crying out my name as he blew his sizzling wad inside my mound. I cried out as I came, hard and pulsating, juices pouring from me onto the couch. My vibrator dropped to the floor and I shuddered from the aftershocks of my intense solo-fucking. Oh, sweet lord. My imagination was fantastic and that had to be the best masturbation session I'd ever had, but I was about to set my sights on the real thing.

  * * *

  I was wrong about Devon's class being a breeze. So very, very wrong. He had no intention of making things easy for me just because he'd noticed my hot ass. My many attempts at flirting with him to get a leg up, so to speak, were completely fruitless. I couldn’t really blame him for ignoring my advances, though. Most of the students tried using their money, good looks, or daddy’s position to get them an easy A, and he knew it. I was apparently no exception in his eyes. Unfortunately it only made him more of tyrant, if that was even possible. After weeks of failing several assignments and lab projects, I decided to confront him one evening after everyone had gone home. I'd seen him working late several nights this week, his office light still burning as I'd left my dorm room to grab dinner. Today was no different. I found him hunched over his desk, tie loosened and looking a bit haggard from his day. Goddamn, he was sexy. He was only grading papers, but he had a knack for making my blood boil with lust anytime I was within fifty feet of him.

  "Dr. Parker, do you have a minute?" I leaned inside the doorway and rapped lightly against the weathered wood. I tried to smile at him, but he was already scowling and my defenses immediately went up. This was going to be painful, I could already tell.

  "Yes, Miss Matthews, what is it?"

  "Well I'd like to talk to you about my failing grades. I feel as though I'm busting my butt in class, to no avail, even though I'm never late anymore and I do all of my work." I didn’t care how hot he was, his demands on my time were brutal. "I'm kind of feeling as though you're singling me out here."

  "Don't be ridiculous," he snorted. "Your grades are entirely dependent on the work you do, not how I may or may not feel about you." His voice caught with that last statement.

  My ears perked up and I straightened.

  Interesting. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Most of the time he acted like he hated me, then for one second, he sounds remorseful. Either I was really imagining things based on my insane lust, or this man wanted me and was afraid to show it.

  My feelings on the matter quickly faded the following week when Dr. Parker was at his peak with his tirades. This guy was relentless. He seriously needed to get laid, I thought. No matter how much work I did or how much effort I put into my labs, it was never good enough. All of the other sections were full and I couldn't transfer out, so I finally decided it was time to play a little hardball with the ol’ professor. I was about to get inside of this man’s head and find out exactly what made him tick and why he felt it was perfectly acceptable to treat his students like shit, especially me. He had been driving me crazy with his back and forth moods ever since I caught him looking at my ass. I thought surely that was my opportunity to be the teacher’s pet, but he was completely ignoring my advances. This time, I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

  I started sauntering in to his class at my leisure. Sometimes I was thirty seconds late; other times a few minutes, but it was enough for him to know it was a deliberate attempt on my part to fuck with him. Not like it mattered, I was failing anyway. I could tell I was getting under his skin. I’d quietly give myself high-fives as I sashayed slowly to my desk, giving him an eyeful anytime he dared to look. I knew it wasn't going to take him long to call me to his office at this rate. Sure enough on Friday, he’d had enough and caught me on the way out the door after the rest of the class had rushed out for their weekend freedom.

  Bingo!

  "Miss Matthews. I'd like to speak with you a moment."

  "Yes…?" I asked, hiding my pleasure at having gotten to him so soon.

  "Is there a problem?"

  "With…?" I asked innocently.

  "You are well aware with what. I have specifically asked you to be in my classroom on time every lecture period, and I expect you to abide by my rules. It’s distracting to others when you come into my room late."

  "Oh, really? Don’t you mean it’s distracting to you? Frankly, I was just giving you extra opportunities to check out my ass. I figured you would welcome the break from the obvious misery you’re in."

  "Miss Matthews, I don’t appreciate…"

  "And I don’t appreciate the way you’ve been treating me, Doctor Parker." I interjected, taking the upper hand for once. I had no intention of being sweet little Laney Matthews any longer where this man was concerned and I obviously had nothing to lose. There was a new fire inside of me and I was about to throw some gasoline on it. I wanted to get to the bottom of this attitude he kept giving me. More importantly, I had to know why he was making me so crazy with horniness that I could barely sleep at night.

  He didn’t speak. Even his scowl had faded. He almost, almost looked like a wounded puppy. This only fueled me further. "Ever since the first day I walked into this classroom, you’ve been a relentless jackass to me. Nothing I do is right. I’ve busted my ass only to be scoffed at and treated like a piece of shit. I feel like you’re deliberately going out of your way to make my life hell. I think maybe you need a lesson in how to treat people. I ought to…"

  "You ought to what?" he countered. His look was smug, showing a hint of wickedness behind those deep, sexy, brown eyes of his.

  He was laughing at me.

  That’s it. The gloves were coming off.

  I have no idea what came over me, but I was immediately filled with lust, anger, and a whole lot of pent-up frustration. I moved in for the attack. Planting my long legs on either side of his, I bent down close enough to his face to smell his faded cologne. He looked surprised, but didn’t move. I placed both hands against his hard chest and hissed, "I think it’s time Doctor Parker got a little payback for being so mean to his students, don’t you?"

  I didn’t give him time to respond. I came down on his mouth and hungrily searched for his tongue with mine. He pulled away and tried getting up from his chair, but he had no idea how strong I could be when determination kicked in, and I fought back, putting all hundred-fifteen pounds of my weight behind me. Back down against the chair he went with me on top of his mouth once again, more forcefully this time. I hiked my skirt up and sat down firmly on his hardening cock, grinding my panty-less pelvis against his as he moaned with defeat.

  I felt his hands come around and grip my ass, pulling me into him even more. I pushed away from his swollen lips and scolded him for touching me. "Oh, no, Doctor. You don't get to touch me, not unless you want to say 'bye-bye' to your tenure. I'm a student, remember? You keep that sexy ass of yours glued to your chair and your hands to yourself. This is my show."

  Devon’s face flashed with surprise, then anger, and finally recognition of what I was doing. He let his guard down and I immediately knew that I hadn't been imagining his feelings lately. He gave me an apologetic half smile and raised one eyebrow. I felt my pussy start to throb with excitement.

  "What are you going to do if I fail to comply with your demands?" he teased.

  "Then I do believe your resistance will cost you a harsh spanking."

  With that, I came up off his lap and commanded him to take off his belt. Without taking his eyes from mine, he unhooked the buckle and pulled the leather strap from where it had been resting on his waist. I snatched it from him and with a quick glance behind him, rolled him, still sitting in his
office chair, towards the back of the room, while he watched my every move with hunger and desire.

  "Please don't spank me. I promise to do anything you ask."

  I stopped his chair at a row of cabinets and focused my attention back on him. "Alright. I think I'll spare you from a horrible lashing this time, Dr. Parker, but you've been naughty and must accept the consequences of that. And to be sure you don’t get away from me, I am going to need your hands."

  His face broke out into a wide grin and his erection was now straining against his pants. "Yes, Ma’am"

  "Do you find this funny?" I asked sternly.

  "No, Ma’am, I don’t."

  "Good. Give me your hands. Now."

  He held them out in front of me as though he was being arrested and I didn’t waste any time cinching his hands together tightly with the leather strap. I was so hot and wet, I almost couldn’t contain myself, but my anger took over and reminded me that he was the asshole who deserved proper punishment for his actions. I yanked his bound hands above his head and used the extra length of the belt to connect him to the cabinet handle, ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere without my help.

  "There. That should do it. Now, where were we?

  Oh, right. Your tongue-lashing. You naughty, hateful boy."

  I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants open, sending the button flying to the ground. I stripped him of his clothes, his straining cock breaking free from its prison and begging for mercy. I put my full lips within millimeters of his shaft and looked up at Devon over the tip. I grinned wickedly then ran my tongue lightly from base to top, ensuring the pre-cum glossed my lips before I took his generous length entirely in my hot mouth. Devon shuddered and moaned at the feel of me around him. I had never had a dick this size in my mouth before and I almost choked on his girth. I couldn’t stop, though. I didn’t want to stop. It felt so good in the back of my throat, and I needed to feel his hot cock against my lips and tongue again and again. I worked him over greedily, hungrily devouring every inch of him as I went up and down over his rod. He groaned with every thrust of my mouth against the base, my chin smacking his balls with each stroke. I kept licking and teasing, Devon’s groans growing louder and more strained. I knew he was getting close to blowing his hot cum down my throat, so with one last grip and suckle with my lips I pulled out, leaving his purple, bouncing cock rigid and abandoned in the cool room. Devon’s muffled cry of desolation only made me hotter. With every second I prolonged his finale, I got wetter and more excited.