Boarding School Confessions 3

By Virginia Wade

Private jets, yachts, and mansions by the ocean, it was just a day in the life of a billionaire’s daughter. Out of school for fall break, Diana Chambers heads to Palm Beach, and a week of shocking excesses—the sex, the drugs... and a surprise outing that sends her into an emotional tailspin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia Wade
• Release date: Nov 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005172985

Virginia Wade

Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-5. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator. A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable. An idea to write a campy, teen horror-fest, with a Sasquatch protagonist, led to the creation of Cum For Bigfoot, which is essentially a series of stories spanning several years in the lives of a tribe of Bigfoots and their human lovers. The silliness, the romance, and the sex struck a chord with readers, who enjoyed the adventures of Porsche, Shelly, and Leslie, while the kidnapped teens came to love their hairy abductors. The series is now on its fourteenth installment, with more to follow. Cum For Bigfoot was featured in the October 2012 issue of Penthouse Magazine. The article, Paranormal Porn, was written by Nick Redfern. Visit my web page at https://virginiawadeerotica.wordpress.com

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ONE

Dear Diary,

I can always count on Cash to up the ante on the fun and games. Did he know I would be around for Halloween? Had he planned this? How many other girls did he invite to his house? That’s super risky, especially considering he’s a lawyer and on the board for Foxner.

In the bathroom, I examined the costume Cash had given me. He had the entire ensemble, the tights, the shoes, even the lacy underwear. I glanced at myself in the mirror, where I saw mascara smudged beneath my eyes. There was something white and flakey on my cheek, and, as I scratched it off with the tip of a fingernail, I realized it was dried semen.

Gross, I murmured.

I washed my hands, all the while contemplating the situation. My driver, Carl, waited for me outside, yet the night was still young. I would break curfew again, and I could have cared less.

Is everything okay, Diana? asked Cash on the other side of the door.

I’ll be out in a sec.

All right. Can’t wait to see you in that outfit.

I found a brush in a drawer, and untangled my long, blonde hair. My Halloween costume, a velvet catsuit, was in the other room. I stood there at the sink naked, while four men waited … to have sex with me. I shivered at the thought, but not in the way you think. One of the men was the headmaster of our school, Dr. Newhouse. I recognized the vein above his left eye earlier. The fact that he was bald gave him away too. He had brought a paddle, which he named Winnie. I had felt the sting of it before—and I liked it.

In a bid to hurry, I reached for the white tights, only to find they were knee-high stockings. I pulled them up my legs. Then the underwear, which was black and lacy, with a black bra. The plaid, red skirt hung mid-thigh, far shorter than Foxner Academy regulation. Someone had altered the uniform and chopped off inches. A white shirt completed the look, although I left it partially unbuttoned. Black, strappy shoes went on my feet.

One last look in the mirror revealed a young woman with bright blue eyes and an impish grin. Wow, I murmured to myself. The costume was outrageous, and I never would have worn something like it to a party, but Cash’s parties were a universe unto themselves. The thrill of anticipation raced through me. It’s showtime.

As I stepped from the room, I came face-to-face with Cash, who grinned.

He had discarded his mask. You look terrific, Diana.

Thanks. I’m not gonna ask who altered the uniform.

It fits perfectly. He glanced over his shoulder at the other men. Doesn’t it?

Absolutely, one of them said. She’s perfect, with or without it.

The party guests wore black masks and nothing else. They stood in candlelight, the room dim, with an exotic sort of instrumental music in the background. The comforter on the bed was slightly askew from the events of just minutes before.

Would you like another drink? asked Cash.

Sure.

He poured a splash of whiskey into a highball. Here you go.

I had a sip, as I eyed the men. Everyone sported a long, hard cock, including Cash. A heady, sexual vibe lingered in the air. I trusted Cash. I knew nothing would occur tonight that I did not allow, even though I was the only woman in the room. It was all a game anyway, and I came to play.

I might’ve been a bad girl, I murmured huskily. The whiskey warmed my belly, the feeling relaxed, easy. I planned to