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Naughty Professor
Naughty Professor
Naughty Professor
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Naughty Professor

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BI-SEXUAL EROTICA

This novella is an extended, bi-sexual version of Naughty Professor which is one of the seven stories in my collection Bedtime Erotica for Men. This is the original storyline which contained gay sex scenes, but just before I published the book in April, 2007 I decided to delete them as I wasn't sure that 'straight' men would want to read sex scenes which involved two men.

I've decided to publish it as a separate volume and give my readers a chance to read the original story of Graham Greene, the Naughty Professor, who gives in to temptation and samples a few of his students.

All parties are over the age of 18.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLexy Harper
Release dateMay 27, 2018
Naughty Professor
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Lexy Harper

Lexy Harper's books have ranked at the top of the Bestselling Erotica charts and are written in British English. She wrote her first erotic short story in 2005 as an outlet for her filthy imagination and within months had completed the 22 stories which make up her Bedtime Erotica collections. Written specifically for lovers of explicit erotica, these stories are hardcore, plot driven and often humorous. For the less sexually adventurous, she reveals her tender side in her romance novels which can be identified by the gold stripe on the left. Erotica books have a black stripe and transgender a cerise.Sign up for Lexy's newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Lf3vbVisit her website: https://lexyharper.com/Follow her on Twitter: @Lexy_HarperJoin her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lexy.harperCheck out her FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/LexyHarperAuthor

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    Naughty Professor - Lexy Harper

    NAUGHTY PROFESSOR

    Bedtime Erotica for Men

    Lexy Harper

    Copyright 2007 by Lexy Harper

    Smashwords Edition

    Lexy Harper

    NAUGHTY PROFESSOR

    Bedtime Erotica for Men

    Copyright © 2007 Lexy Harper

    All Rights Reserved.

    Published by Ebonique Publishing, London.

    All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher or author, except for brief quotes used in reviews.

    This book contains mature content. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18

    All characters are 18 years or older, non-blood related and all sexual acts are consensual.

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    Table of Contents

    NAUGHTY PROFESSOR

    Author’s Note

    Other titles by Lexy Harper

    I have never had an educator who behaved improperly towards me, except for the young, sexy Programming Fundamentals lecturer at university whom I once caught peering down my jumper at my 36DDs, but I cannot help conjuring dirty thoughts about all teachers. Spank me!

    NAUGHTY PROFESSOR

    Graham Greene rushed out of his office, along the empty corridor and through the heavy double entrance doors of the college where he taught Mathematics, to his parked Jaguar, designer briefcase in hand, his thoughts miles away—three and a quarter miles away, precisely—the distance between the university and Madame La Belle’s Exclusive Establishment for Men or in plainer terms: Belle’s Whorehouse.

    He was such a regular visitor he could do the journey blindfolded, using his cock as a homing pigeon to guide him straight to the abundance of young pussy—the house speciality. Madame’s girls were all under the age of twenty-five. As soon as they hit that magic quarter of a century Madame retired them with a handsome payout. On retirement, a number of them married previous clients and became domestic goddesses; three had become doctors; five now practised law; two had pooled their retirement lump sums and had created Wicked Secrets, an aptly named thriving lingerie label available exclusively online. But Madame was proudest of her former girl who had gone on to direct and produce several bestselling porn flicks—three of which had won awards at the last Porn Oscars.

    Madame herself had been forced into prostitution at the age of sixteen by her father and her greedy stepmother when they needed a hit and couldn’t pay their drug-dealer. It started with them offering her for drugs, then realizing the potential goldmine they had right under their roof, it wasn’t long before there was a steady stream of men coming over to the house to pay for a taste of her tender, young pussy. A few even sampled her tight ass. At seventeen she’d run away with a twenty-nine year old neighbour when he moved to another city to work. They had lived quite happily for eight months before he was killed in a car accident one evening on his way home from the office—most likely speeding in order to get back to his young pussy. Left with few options she decided to go back on the game but this time on her terms.

    Within a month she was sharing a flat with two other young working girls. Within six she was renting a five-bedroom house and had officially become a madam. Now, eleven years later she owned the sprawling three-storey mansion she called home and had twenty girls in her employ. Madame’s experience had taught her that men would pay over the odds for young pussy and ass. Using her natural business acumen she catered exclusively to this niche market—supplying where demand was greatest. She was aware that many of her clients would prefer underage girls but she stuck to her minimum age requirement of twenty-one.

    The very first thing Madame taught her girls was just how much power they wielded over men. No matter how petite the girl, she could lead the tallest, strongest man by the nose—once he had a hard-on. The girls used that power in subtly different ways but no man left La Belle’s feeling that he hadn’t received value for his money.

    The use of condoms at La Belle’s was mandatory and the girls were regularly tested for AIDS. Madame didn’t permit the use of drugs, she encouraged the girls to study, not to drink or smoke and to make full use of the multi-purpose gym and personal trainers on site. She kept an eye on all the girls while they worked from her high-tech viewing parlour. Any client foolish enough to rough up one of them found himself looking down the barrel of Belle’s Cobra Derringer. Shocked at the speed of Belle’s response, the clients usually dressed quickly and left without argument—if any had taken a moment to check the gun they would have found it unloaded and smelling of pussy. Madame was a voyeur extraordinaire and liked the feel of steel inside her as she watched the action.

    Madame’s girls were special: young and juicy but knowledgeable in the art of pleasure. Graham’s cock jerked as he recalled his last visit and the choice morsel Madame had had awaiting him. The frisky Grenadian girl was twenty-two but looked years younger. Not that he’d had any complaints; he liked them young.

    Professor Greene!

    He turned at the sound of his name and watched as his student Vivienne Chambers ran towards him, her large breasts bouncing unrestrained.

    Yes, Vivienne? he asked impatiently. He was in a hurry to get home and have a rest before heading over to Belle’s. His little Grenadian had exhausted him the last time; this time he intended to show her who was the boss.

    I didn’t get a chance to prepare for the test you gave today.

    So, what do you want me to do about it? He didn’t conceal his irritation. You had a week’s notice.

    If I fail another test my father will kill me!

    Graham doubted very much that the spoilt, rich girl’s father would give her the spanking she deserved, much less murder the ‘apple of his eye’. If you were so concerned about failing or passing why didn’t you study?

    "I meant to…but Myles is so sweet I just can’t get enough of him. I try really hard but it is impossible to

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