The Gang's All Here

By Trudy Judd

The day is finally here—Deena’s about to experience her DIRTIEST, most secret fantasy of all. A gang bang. Seven men and one very horny college student, all thanks to the deal she’d originally made with her Psychology professor to explore and expand her SEXUAL horizons.

She can’t wait for every hole to be filled, every last man to be fully satisfied in a full orgy, all without protection. And yet even so, Deena dreads the day after the fun is all over. Will Professor Sturm still want her? After so much debauchery and excitement, what has become most important is finding a way to remain as his SUBMISSIVE, permanently.

(I love him. And I have to tell him soon, before it’s too late.)

She only hopes he doesn’t break her heart as he breaks the last of her boundaries.

(Part Nine of a ten part series; Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, spanking, oral, anal, creampies, double penetration, and multiple partners. NOTE: This is by far the LONGEST of Deena’s tales, packed with sex!)

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Diamond Print Press
• Release date: Apr 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463435649

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Deena and the Professor

Part Nine: The Gang’s All Here

Trudy Judd

© Trudy Judd 2020

Diamond Print Press

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Part Nine: The Gang’s All Here

I’m not sure if this is better or worse than being completely naked.

Deena stood in Professor Sturm’s kitchen, holding a silver platter with seven mimosas in elegant wine glasses. She wore only a tiny ruffled apron and a French maid’s hat—the ribbons from the bow of the apron tickled her bare ass as she stepped forward, being careful to balance in her high heels on the tile floor. The collar around her throat was actually a calm, steadying pressure.

She passed into the dining room where four men sat at the large walnut table, dressed only in robes. At the head of the table was her psychology professor, Alex Sturm, who had arranged this entire weekend of debauchery for her.

My Sir. At least for now. Deena wished she had a spare hand to touch the leather collar around her throat—his collar—to which was attached a leather leash she had purchased for him.

Mimosa, Sir? She held still as he reached over to take a glass from the tray, his deep blue eyes meeting hers.

A thrill shot through her at the connection, and her heart pounded as he smiled up at her. Thank you, Deena. How is breakfast coming along?

Stephen says the ham and bacon are nearly ready, and the twins are working on the eggs and toast. At his nod, Deena moved to the next man, a large black fellow with kind eyes. He grinned and took a drink but said nothing.

If those boys burn the food, make ‘em go last, the third man in the room, Dirk said in a gruff voice, as Deena served him next. He was seated at the foot of the table opposite the professor. Dirk was older, with long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a rugged air to him. He and the professor were the two most dominant males in the room; Marcus might be physically larger, but he was soft-spoken and laid back.

The last man at the table was supposedly a close friend of Professor Sturm, though Deena had only met him last night, in the most intimate way possible when he’d joined her bukkake session and come down her throat. Peter Drang was tall, dark-haired, and sported a neat beard that gave him a slightly diabolical appearance. He licked his lips as he took a glass from the tray. I seem to recall mention of hand feeding your girl today, Alex. Was that right? He sipped his drink, his eyes still on Deena.

She shivered in anticipation. After the intensity of last night when she’d sucked off all seven men, Sir had said that they’d have a leisurely evening and enjoy breakfast together before today’s main event. All of them are going to fuck every hole of mine until none of us can move any more. Just the thought made her pussy ache.

I did say that, the professor said, smiling. His gaze moved to Deena. See if the food is ready. Once it is, have the others come sit down and then serve us. An evil glint sparkled in his eyes. After you set down all the plates, you are to crawl from guest to guest. Obey whatever they tell you to do unless I tell you otherwise. I hope you’re ready to begin playing.

He chuckled, and immediately Deena’s hands began to shake with nervous energy. So soon! But I suppose it would be cruel to keep his guests waiting all day. I wonder what they’ll ask me to do first?

Yes, Sir, she managed, and it was difficult to walk back to the kitchen because her knees were weak and desire was making everything tingle and come alive. Her nipples had already hardened into stiff peaks.

Upon entering the kitchen, she set down the tray, nodding to the three men bustling about. Um, the professor wanted to know if the food is ready. If it is, he asks that you all rejoin him in the dining room. That sounded good, right? At least her voice sounded steady.

Greg stepped back from the plate of buttered toast. Both he and his brother Gary were young, blond, and slightly nerdy-looking with glasses, but they were also both cute as hell. I’m done. I’m grabbing a mimosa, and I’ll see you there. He patted Deena on the head on his way out, humming to himself.

He’s such a bastard. All he had to do was make toast, Gary griped,