Taken

WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen and the story contains scenes of oral sex and penetration

Featuring erotic juicy scenes, this erotic story is guaranteed to keep you glued to your Kindle like nothing else!

Description: Asked to help with a volunteer program by a professor, a young college girl finds herself traveling to the destination in his car. When the professor stops at a motel to get some rest for the night, she finds that he has more in mind for her than voluntary work. Reluctantly agreeing to stay in a motel room with him, she finds herself shocked and excited as the professor forces himself onto her and uses her for sex.

Extract:

She stopped her struggles and shuddered as the professor pulled back from the kiss. “That’s better,” he said as he continued to force her hand onto his cock. Miranda could feel that it had become fully erect and another shudder wracked her. She started to protest again, but the professor put his free hand over her mouth. “Let’s get you showered first shall we.” His hand dropped from her mouth and stroked down her body. It worked over the swell of her breast and lower still until it reached the button of her skirt.

Miranda froze as the professor undid the button and pulled the skirt down so that it slid to the floor. She knew what was happening was wrong and suddenly started to struggle again as the professor forced a hand between her legs and stroked fingers on her panties. “No…,” she moaned. “My boyfriend will…,”

“… never know,” finished the professor. He grabbed at the panties and pulled them down to expose the naked pussy below. Miranda continued to protest, but her voice got weaker as the touch on her bare skin sent a shudder through her body. The panties were pushed down her legs and suddenly she was being dragged across the room and thrown face down on the bed. Professor Benson held her down as he pulled the panties off. He then pushed her t-shirt up and released the hooks of her bra. He was so strong that Miranda could do little to stop him as he pulled her up and dragged the t-shirt and bra from her body. She was left naked and she squealed as she was yanked to her feet and dragged across to the bathroom door. Her pulse was racing as her body responded to the rough treatment. She still knew what was happening was wrong, but she was powerless to stop it. A thought ran through her mind that she should be screaming the place down, but instead let the professor guide her to the bathroom and push her inside the shower cubicle.