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Please help me find this story.
Im not sure if I read it on here or Literotica, but its about this male professor and his female student. The student is very attracted to the professor and is already doing well in his course, but she still has sex with him.
The only specific thing I can remember is at one point in the story right before she cums she opens his grade book and sees her grade is the highest in the class and that pushes her over and makes her cum
Any help is very appreciated!
“Here are your keys madam”, said a short Chinese man standing behind a rather large ornate counter. The tall pale-skinned woman thanked him in a thick Russian accent. As she walked past the counter she was followed by a big burly man who was surrounded by several security guards. The woman opened the door of the penthouse suite and let the man in.
“Thank you, Nina” said the man.
“Always a pleasure, Vasily”, said Nina as she closed the door behind them, leaving the security team outside.
The room was large and spacious, high walls with tall glass windows from floor to ceiling. You could see the farthest reaches of Beijing from up here. A bar on the left and a king size bed on the right. Everything was made of marble or glass.
There was a knock on the door. Nina opened the door and started talking to someone. A few moments later she escorted two men in. Vasily and the men stood across from each other with Nina in the middle.
“Twenty men, and two pieces of anti-tank ordnance early next week”, one of the men said as the other man pushed a bag towards the middle.
1.
I was married on the fifth of April 1950 and even though it was only two months after my eighteenth birthday, I already felt like my marriage would be the happiest day of the rest of my life.
My wife was the same age as myself. In fact, we got married one day after her own birthday. It was, as far as I could recall, the most beautiful she had ever been. Her blonde hair; her blue eyes; her smile, like ivory; her graceful movements and the white dress, handsewn by her grandmother. She looked absolutely heavenly. My only regret was that I, a poor, Jewish boy could not give her the wedding she so obviously deserved.
Sarah was her name – now carrying the surname of Fritz – and she was everything a man could ask for. She was kind, humble, sweet and supportive. If there was a flaw in her character, it was in her Christian upbringing which only server to amplify her greatest qualities. She had grown up poor and thus did not ask for much other than my loyalty and devotion: two things I was more than willing to give.
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——————————–PROLOGUE—————————-
It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.
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I raise my hand and knock on your door. I have been looking forward to our private date night for a while now. When you open the door, I suck in a breath. Your deep marine blue dress elegently flows against your skin as you step out. “You look stunning.” I say as i lean in for a kiss, my lips gently pressing against your own.
I sigh as we break the kiss, my hand travelling to the small of your back. “Shall we?” I enquire, walking us towards my car. Unlockingit, i open your door for you, helping you inside. As you step in front of me, I give your ass a firm spank, making you jump. I chuckle a bit and gently close the door once you are in.
Stepping around the car, I open my own door and get in. Starting the engine, I look across at you and smile. I lean over and kiss you again, my hand playing with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to me. You moan into the kiss as my free hand plays with your left breast. Gently cupping and squeezing it as our tongues duel.
The moans came loud and uninhibited from the countryside cottage. Night had swept over the land and the dim light of the candle shone through the open window. Inside lay the captivating Eurydice with her body bucking wildly beneath the blanket and her head thrown back into the pillow. Her moans were filled with passion, long and loud. Her brown eyes had rolled upward and a slight smile played across her face whenever she wasn’t biting her lip or trying to retrieve her breath. Finally her whole body tensed up and she let out the loudest crying moan of the night before turning her blushed red face into the pillow and letting out little whimpering moans.
“Stop. Oh gods, stop. I can’t — I can’t,” she spoke in a breathy, rushed voice as her body still wriggled slightly, almost as if trying to move away from the source of her immense pleasure.
The short brown hair of Orpheus revealed itself first from under the covers as his head traveled away from between the legs of his new wife. He took his time to come up fully, kissing along her body as he went. When his face was fully removed from under the blanket it revealed the face of a young man in her early 20s who was all smiles upon making eye contact with his bride.
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That night, after Chuck had forcefully taken my virginity from me, I lay exhausted in my bed. I could hear him, once again, fucking my mother down the hallway as she screamed. I lay there, curled up into a ball, crying.
My emotions were in a tumble. On the one hand, I had hated all that he had done to me and I couldn’t believe that I was no longer a virgin. I had crouched in the shower for ages, spraying out my pussy with the movable shower nozzle, trying in vain to get all of his cum out of me. I dreaded having to walk into the mall pharmacy tomorrow during my work break to ask for the morning after pill. It was all so humiliating.
*Summary: In 1980s New Jersey, rebellious Monalisa loves her badass boyfriend Brad, but when her dad tries to meddle, she punishes Dad in the most perverted way. Mom gets a bit of punishment too but ends up loving it.*
My dad was such a dick when I was growing up. He made my life miserable. I mean, I get it, it was just how he was raised. We were small town Catholics in New Jersey in the 1980s. What do you expect, right? I was the baby of the family, with five older brothers who had all moved out of home by the time I turned 18, but I had had the terrible luck of being born the only girl.
My curfew was 6 p.m. every night, even on weekends. Dad needed to know where I was at all times. If I went over to a friend’s house, he would call that friend’s parents at least *every two hours* to make sure I was still there. And of course, I was only allowed to be friends with other girls from the Catholic school I attended. My bedroom was subject to regular inspections, and if he found any contraband (unapproved reading material, makeup, rock music cassette tapes, *any* type of magazine), I would be grounded for a week. Once he found a Billy Idol album wedged in between my mattresses, and he rang around all of my friend’s parents to find out who had lent it to me. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. I had shoplifted it from Tower Records. Duh.