Chapter 10

Krista

King’s cock pounds into me, his pace quickening, and Dylan’s cum trickles down my cheek, some of it coating my lips.

I could get used to wearing this lipstick…regularly. I feel my pussy vibrate, and my body begins to tense when Simon plunges his cock into my mouth.

I greedily suck him in, devouring the sweet taste of his pre-cum.

He tastes delicious, just like Dylan.

I grab Dylan’s cock, teasing its smooth head and shaft with my fingers, and massage his balls. His cock immediately stiffens, eagerly wanting more.

I know, this is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.

A graduate student—on scholarship—shouldn’t be fucking her professors.

And not just one faculty member, I’m fucking three.

At the same time. Again.

And I’m doing it, knowingly, not accidently, at a bar this time, it’s at—our—research facility. It’s crazy, and something I’d never do in a million years. Especially seeing as I was in a relationship, one that was never as fulfilling and gratifying as this is now.

But at this moment, as I’m covered in Dylan’s cum, my pussy clenching around King’s cock and my mouth sucking Simon dry, I don’t give a damn.

All I want is for them to make me come, again and again. I yearn for their touch, aching for them to explore every crevice of my body.

It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night. I should’ve been thinking about the million other things I came here to do, but I’ve been delightfully distracted by their wandering and mind-blowing touch. Being filled to the brim with them is almost too much, but coming to that edge, is what makes it so damn pleasurable.

My tongue licks Simon’s hard shaft, tracing the prominent vein. I’m enjoying him like a fucking lollipop. A Simon-flavored lollipop.

“Ah, Krista. That feels so fucking amazing,” Simon seethes out between clenched teeth. I look up to see his face strained and his eyes forcefully shut, almost like he’s in pain.

I take his reaction in pride. He’s on the brink of an orgasm because of me and my work.

Why yes, Professor, I’m a very diligent and a hardworking student.

King’s relentless thrusts pulls me back to him, and with every hard plunge into me, he goes deeper. His cock probes my insides farther than anyone—or anything—has before.

A loud moan spills out of me, releasing my mouth from Simon’s dick, and the tension in my body is electrified. But King pulls out of me abruptly, taking his cock in his hand and pumping it, shooting cum onto my stomach and chest.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with my cum all over you,” King groans through his orgasm.

I moan, loving the feeling of his warm liquid sprinkling my skin.

Simon cuts me off and fucks my mouth harder, hitting the back of my throat.

My teeth graze his sensitive skin lightly, and he groans. His cock bobs against my throat, and he steadies himself.

“You thirsty, baby?” he grunts.

“Ah, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Dylan says between breaths. I continue to stroke him, my hold tightening around him, as my body reels from the loss of King’s cock.

“She needs to come,” King orders, his mouth kissing my hip bones and his fingers playfully tickling my taint and wet pussy.

My hips buck reflexively, needing a release. I close my eyes, wetness forming from the exertion of their cocks, hands, and my impending orgasm.

“On her back,” Simon says, and without warning, King flips me over on my stomach, and I feel the tingling warmth of Simon’s cum spilling over my back.

My mind’s turned upside down, and it takes minutes to realize that Dylan and King switched places. Dylan lifts my hips up, arching my back and positions my ass in the air.

“Your pussy is dripping,” Dylan says, before diving into to it. He licks my slit, slipping his tongue in and out of my hole, and I cry out in pleasure.

“Please!” I yell.

“Sounds like a beg to me,” King says.

Dylan’s tongue continues his torturous pace, and his fingers find my clit, circling and massaging the hard, overly sensitive nub.

King’s hand lifts me up on all fours and plays with my sharp nipples.

Every hand sends an overwhelming flood of sensations through me, ripping me apart.

Then King pinches my nipples, Dylan sucks my pussy, and Simon fingers my ass, and I explode. My body tenses and then releases, shattering into a million jagged pieces. My mind goes blank, and my body goes numb.

“Oh, we’re not done with you yet,” King says, filling my mouth with his twelve-inch cock. My lips invite him in, spreading around his thickness, and I revel in his taste. It’s an intoxicating mix of us—salty and sweet, musky and bitter.

It’s pure ecstasy.

And like the last time, they assume their positions to fill me—completely.

Dylan slides underneath, catching my nipple in his mouth, and his hands caress my breasts. He grabs my hips and pulls me down on him, my pussy swallowing his cock fully.

Simon, fingering my ass, releases and spits on hands, lubing himself. My body’s sated and relaxed from the earth-shattering orgasm, and I’m quickly aching for more. Simon thrusts into my ass, giving me exactly what I wanted, and I whimper from his fullness.

King grabs onto my hair and pulls me forward, fucking my mouth relentlessly.

I grind against Dylan and arch my back for Simon.

I’m fucking insatiable.

“Fuck,” King grunts, pulling harder at my hair. My tongue licks him in the rhythm they set, and our pace quickens.

The sounds of grunts and moans echo throughout the room and fills the air, and the heat builds.

My mind becomes a blur.

A hand grabs my ass roughly while another slides up my back. A tongue licks my nipple, and someone bites my shoulder blade.

Their cocks begin to pulsate, and I taste a drop of King’s pre-cum.

“Fuck. You’re going to be filled with me,” King groans. He starts to fuck my mouth faster, my eyes watering as he does.

“Ah!” Dylan cries out, hammering into me with more aggression.

Simon bites me, again, and I scream out, loving the pain intermingling with the pleasure.

“You like it rough?” he smiles against my chest. “I’m going to come so hard in your sweet ass.”

They all simultaneously thrust deeper in me.

King releases, and I swallow his warm liquid, taking every ounce of his cum like I’m an alcoholic needing my fix. Dylan’s cum spurts in my cunt as Simon pounds harder into my ass.

I feel him almost there, throbbing inside me.

The blasts of their orgasms ignite the spasms in me. My pussy clenches around Dylan, milking him, and a muffled moan erupts from deep within me.

When Simon comes, I orgasm with him, shuddering against him and rocking my hips up and down. Once they all pull out after, emptying their cum in me, I fall to my side, breathing heavily.

“You’re definitely a fast learner,” Dylan says, smirking at me. He stays on his back, catching his breath.

“Well, that is one thing I’m very good at,” I admit.

I sigh and stretch my limbs, not wanting to move my sore body, even though I know I have to.

The guys recover quickly and put their clothes back on, while I reluctantly search for and grab my skirt and shirt and lazily put them back on.

I freeze, thinking I heard something, but then I realize it was one of the guys getting his laptop and setting it up so they can actually do work.

I think…

I brush off my brief moment of paranoia and focus on the moment—if this is working, then I’m more than happy to work every damn day, all day.