My Wife's Best Friend: Sexy Short Stories for Women and Men

By Grace Quirin

The lowest instincts reveal themselves and increase the desire for the forbidden. These erotic short stories get down to business without taboos and without protection, regardless of any consequences.

This collection contains the following stories:

This  professor
At the Chaplain's Service
The queen
Cheated at the family party
In the disco toilet
The Kinky Journey of Prince Valerian
My wife's best friend
The gamer girl in the live stream
At  the class reunion
The free casting
The nightclub
The waiter
Before the wedding
Pregnant from the online date
The babysitter
 Please do not study if you are under the age of 18!
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• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Feb 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215870464

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Table of contents

This  professor

At the Chaplain's Service

The queen

Cheated at the family party

In the disco toilet

The Kinky Journey of Prince Valerian

My wife's best friend

The gamer girl in the live stream

At  the class reunion

The free casting

The nightclub

The waiter

Before the wedding

Pregnant from the online date

The babysitter

My Wife's Best Friend: Sexy Short Stories for Women and Men

Author: Grace Quirin

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

This  professor

J ulia sits alone on a bench in one of the long corridors of the university building. For twenty minutes she has been waiting for her professor to finally call her into his office to talk to her about her future. A future that doesn't exactly look rosy.

A year ago, when she left school at eighteen and went to university, she was happy to finally be able to lead her own, self-determined life.

No parents telling you when to be home, no annoying siblings barging in unannounced, and most importantly, she could be her own boss. Looking back, their approach must have been overly optimistic.

Who could have guessed that you have to learn during your studies, write homework and be present at the lectures?

She looks at her reflection in the large windows of the corridor. Her red, long hair is tousled after last night's wild student party. She wears knee-high high heels, a schoolgirl skirt that is much too short and a light-colored blouse over it, the top buttons of which were torn off, which is why she shows far too much of her plump bust size. The lace of her black bra is clearly visible underneath. At least her makeup is still usable, so she doesn't have to appear completely destroyed in front of her professor. Still, she would have preferred a more subtle appearance.

Frau... Meidl. The door to her left swings open and an attractive man in his early thirties peers down the aisle. When he sees her he frowns and looks her up and down.

Please, come in. He then quickly regains his composure and points with his outstretched arm into the interior of the office.

Hastily Julia gets up and hurries past him into the room. Her heels click loudly on the tiles and reverberate throughout the hallway.

The room is meticulously maintained and has the feel of a doctor's office. A large sofa is in the back corner below a window. Two armchairs are draped in front of the desk, with her professor pointing to one of them.

Please sit down.

Thank you. Julia blurts out and takes the seat offered, crossing her long legs and pulling down the fabric of the skirt. It's really damn short. Her eyes quickly slide up to her professor. He is fit, tall and has a modern, wild haircut that goes well with his beard. Embarrassed, she hastily lowers her eyes when she notices him looking at her.

Fuck, why do I have to get McCutie?

Ms. Meidl—

Julia. She flashes her cutest smile and gives him a stunning look.

Frau Meidl. He repeats in a polite tone, without showing any sign of being impressed by her.

I won't beat around the bush for long, you will be exmatriculated at the end of this semester.

bam He could have given her a smack with his flat hand.

Exmatriculated? What? Deep down, her stomach begins to cramp and a feeling of heaviness settles on her shoulders. She stares at her professor with her mouth and eyes wide open.

Shit, shit, shit.

They didn't turn in their term papers, their attendance at the lectures is, to put it nicely, improvable and they didn't pass any of their exams. What did you expect? He explains all this to her in a calm and matter-of-fact tone, which only makes things worse for Julia.

She couldn't be kicked out. Then what should she do? She can't go back to her parents, what would they think of her?

Please, isn't there a way? A post-test or maybe a paper? She slides onto the edge of her chair and tries to fight back the tears that are starting to fill her eyes.

This isn't the school, Ms. Meidl. You can't just hope that a teacher will be kind to you at the end of the school year and let you get away with an oral grade.

The whole thing is becoming more and more of a nightmare for the young student. How was she supposed to bring this disgrace to her parents? Shocked, Julia falls backwards, her ample breasts bouncing up and down under the thin fabric of the blouse. She catches him taking a quick look at her cleavage. Maybe all is not lost after all. At the end of the semester she will be expelled from the university anyway, so she could take the chance.

Please, Mr. Miller. Is there really NOTHING I could do? Julia slowly and lasciviously opens her legs and bites her red painted lower lip. She braces herself between her legs on the edge of the chair with both hands as she leans forward. Her shapely breasts stretch the fabric of the blouse to the limit as she unabashedly stretches it out towards him.

He looks down again, this time lingering longer than before. Suddenly, deep inside Julia, hope flares up again. If she could get him to give her a chance, she would be saved. for now.

Ms. Meidl, are you trying to influence a professor at your university with dishonest means? He doesn't seem as surprised as she expected, but she can't give up now.

I don't know what you mean, Mr. Müller. She breathes lasciviously and spreads her legs further apart. The white fabric of her panties slowly becomes visible underneath.

If I'm to let you pass, you'll have to try harder. His words caught her completely cold for the second time today.

Did he? Noooo. Or is it?

Come here and earn your second chance. Mr. Müller slides back in his chair and gives her a challenging look.

Julia doesn't know what to say. A circumstance that very rarely comes about with her. When she sees his demanding look, she slowly gets up and swallows once. Suddenly she's not so sure anymore.

What's that supposed to be? The student flinches when he snaps at her.

Who said anything about going? He explains without being asked at her questioning look.

Supplicants are to kneel.

Things are slowly but surely starting to get out of hand. She still had the chance to just walk away. She would give up her apartment, move back in with her parents, and face her father's blame game day in and day out.

Julia looks at Mr. Müller and slowly begins to sink down. In her high heels, this is a whole new kind of challenge, but she masters it with ease. If she's honest with herself, she even likes this game.

Good girl. Now come here. This determination in his voice paired with his demanding tone and the demanding look let Julia's pulse rise. She feels the heat rising in her body and her imagination of what is to come slowly comes to life in her abdomen.

Without breaking her gaze with him, she slowly begins to crawl towards him on her knees. Her expensive shoes drag across the hard floor. Every movement is felt in her knees and sends a brief ache through her nerves.

She slowly manages to turn the desk around and finally sees him sitting in his chair.

Your professor has spread his legs and made himself comfortable in the back of his chair. He looks down at her, one hand on the desk and the other on his crotch. Under the fabric of the dark jeans, the student can see the contours of his member, which promises to be truly impressive. Her growing excitement is briefly joined by the panic of being able to tame such a monster at all.

What are you waiting for, come here. He slaps his knee with his hand, causing her to crawl even closer and finally kneel just in front of him.

Open your mouth. Again that imperious tone that doesn't allow any please or thank you. Nevertheless, she swallows the resistance that arises and dutifully opens her mouth for him.

So obedient. I like it. A smile spreads across his lips, making his striking face even more attractive. Something Julia didn't think was even possible. Now, so close to him, she can smell his pleasant scent. Something you won't find in many of her fellow students.

You want to do everything to pass? His hand rests on her cheek, his outstretched thumb gently stroking the bed of her red-painted lips. Not sure if she's allowed to say something, Julia just nods. She resists the temptation to suck his thumb.

That's how I like you. He rises from his chair and is suddenly looming over her, his crotch right in front of her face. The student closes her eyes briefly when his warm hand leaves her cheek again, but she immediately looks up submissively. There she looks directly into his lascivious face, on which a brief grin emerges.

Without breaking his gaze to her, he grabs the loop of his belt and hastily undid it. The leather hits the fabric of his trousers, which are also opened immediately afterwards. Without wasting much time, he lowers both to his ankles so that he stands in front of her with his abdomen bare. The exciting smell of pure masculinity joins the wonderful scent of his perfume. It is precisely this that dangles in front of her eyes and causes a nervous swallowing.

The oral exam is included in the final grade.

official humor. Well, at least he looks good.

Even if Julia can't laugh at his joke, she understands the allusion clearly enough to reach for the stately belt. The warm flesh pulsates in her manicured fingers and as she gently pulls the skin back, a dark red shimmering glans reveals itself.

With another look up, she lifts the shaft higher and wraps her soft lips around the bulging glans. Before she shoves it lengthwise down her throat, she gently feels the sensitive flesh with the tip of her tongue and spreads her saliva over it.

Hmmm ... clever little mouth. The man in front of her whispers with a sigh of pleasure. He buries his hand in her red hair, his fingertips caressing her scalp and sliding deeper into her neck. He immediately gives her goosebumps, which sends a pleasant shiver down Julia's shoulder. His words resonate in her head, and even though she's absolutely insane about the whole situation, she takes pleasure in pleasing him.

Deeper. Your professor demands and then he pushes his pelvis forward. Without resistance, the plump cock pushes itself deeper and deeper between her lips until his testicles smack against her chin and she escapes a rattling gagging.

She's never had a cock like this in her, let alone experience with it. She tries to suppress the rising panic of suffocation while at the same time resting her hands on his hairy thighs. Her tongue frantically licks the length of the intruder, dips him in her saliva and thereby makes it easier for him to strike again, which is not long in coming.

Her professor has taken all control, fixing her head in his hand and rocking her back and forth like a doll. At the same time, he rams his hard cock into her willingly open mouth again and again. Saliva flows outwards at the corners of her mouth, runs down her chin and drips into the willingly presented cleavage. The mountains of flesh, which are more poorly than well tamed by the material, hypnotically rock back and forth with every thrust.

Julia has trouble keeping her eyes open because they fill with tears from the ruthless treatment. Her makeup doesn't do anything to counteract this extreme state, which is why shortly afterwards dark paths adorn her cheek as more tears flow down her eyes. At the same time she distributes the sinful red of her lips on his root and his tail. He should have a lot to explain to a possible wife tonight.

But not only Mr. Müller has fun, Julia also gives in to the hustle and bustle unabashedly. The thin panties no longer offer any protection between her thighs. The material has become too wet and transparent due to her own horniness. The degrading position on her knees, the smacking, vulgar noise of her throat whenever he pushes her and the knowledge of giving him such pleasure also drive the young student crazy.

Along with his thrusts, her right hand disappears under the fabric of the much too short skirt. Purposefully she finds her tingling pearl and rubs the sensitive piece of meat with her middle and ring finger. Her nectar trickles down her thighs, leaving a telltale wet stain on the floor.

The longer she is a means of depressurizing him, the more frequently the muscles in her abdomen contract. The heat and tingling is hard to bear, especially since his lecherous moans and gasps mix with the background noise. It sounds so incredibly hot as he gives in to his lust. With one of his students, whom he blackmails for better grades.

The thought that the door isn't locked and someone could walk in at any moment only makes it all the hotter. So far, she would not have considered herself particularly kinky. Yes, she'd tried a few things and had a few cocks up her ass, but this...

The rest of her thoughts begin to blur as the grip on her neck tightens and he presses her against his groin harder. Her nose lands in the trimmed bed of his hair as her eyes widen in panic. He has rammed himself deep into her throat with one last push and begins to pant like an animal.

Suddenly she feels the warm sensation of his sticky cream squirting against her throat wall. Thrust after thrust, including her professor, unrestrained in her and fills her stomach with his man juice.

Julia gasps, chokes and clearly has trouble reconciling breathing, swallowing and not dying. Her fingernails dig deep into the firm flesh of his thighs as she rolls her eyes back. She did. She sucked her professor's cock.

While this absurd thought shoots through her head, it relieves her of her suffering after what feels like an eternity and she gratefully sucks this wonderful air into her lungs. At the same time she coughs a gush of cream out of her mouth right in front of his feet. Her heart is slow to settle, as is her breathing, and yet she has rarely felt so good in her life as she does at this moment.

Extraordinary talent. He whispers appreciatively and the praise makes the young student blush.

Really Julia? Really? She shakes her head, wondering about herself, and takes a deep breath.

Do you use contraception? Her professor's question catches her off guard, which is why she gives him a questioning look.

N...no. She answers truthfully. Although she goes to parties a lot and has had one or the other flirt, she has never had to depend on it.

Good. Answers Mr. Müller and again this mysterious smile lies on his lips.

I forbid you to do it. Julia didn't count, but that must have been at least the third slap. broadcast seen.

Why wouldn't he want her on birth control?

She gets the answer right away when he easily pulls her up by the arms and grabs her ass with both hands below the skirt. His powerful fingers drive into her crunchy flesh, pulling it apart lustfully before their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Everything about this situation overwhelms the young student and yet a feeling of security and calm spreads through her. As his lips touch hers, her heart beats wildly and his fingers send renewed waves of pleasure through her young body.

She willingly surrenders to the skillful touches, closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck. The passionate play of her tongues makes for a pleasant sigh and she has hardly noticed when he has already lifted her onto his desk.

The wood on her butt is a relaxed change from the cold and hard ground. Without breaking the kiss, his hands glide over her thighs and push them in two, demanding. He immediately presses himself between her spread legs and she can feel his still hard cock rubbing against her abdomen.

He's not going to... without a condom...

As soon as these thoughts form in their heads, they are blown away by an explosion. Julia tears her lips open and moans unashamedly as his cock easily overcomes the obstacle of her labia and pushes itself into her young column with one thrust. The glans breaks the bulging septum in two, the shaft covered with veins rubs the entire length of the willing flesh and only when his glans kisses her cervix does the monster stop in her abdomen.

It takes the redhead a few moments to get used to his size, let alone feeling a pure cock inside her for the first time in her life. It's much more intense, much more passionate than with the annoying rubber around it.

With both hands she claws at the edge of the desk to find some kind of support. Lips still wide open, Herr Müller looks at her again.

He returns the look and begins to rotate his pelvis in her abdomen.

One hand wrapped around her hips, the other on her neck, he slowly pulls himself out of her tight column until only the tip is stuck in her. At the same time, he bends his head close enough that she can feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.

Now I'm fucking you. He whispers softly, causing her hair to stand up again. As if he could control her with his words, the lust flares up again in her and she is only wax in his manly hands.

Without waiting for an answer from her, he thrusts again. Its force drives her breath out of her lungs and she closes her eyes. The desk beneath her trembles and some pens fall loudly to the floor.

Ahhh jaaaa... Is all Julia is able to say. The feeling of being impaled by his massive cock makes her forget everything around her.

Again she wraps her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist, following his every quick movement with which he drills into her wet and screaming cunt.

The slapping of bare skin mixed with vulgar smacking fills the small office and for a moment she has the thought that you can certainly hear her in the hallway.

This is replaced by another shiver as he unabashedly gasps his lust down her neck again. The animalistic noises of the two excite the young student even more.

I'm going to cum on you... thick my sweet. He whispers in her ear with a mixture of moans.

What? Is that a joke?

Unintentionally, she imagines her stomach as round as a ball, standing in front of her parents' house with nothing but her clothes and asking to be let in because she let a professor get her pregnant.

The genes that have been passed down for thousands of years take effect immediately and she squeezes her thighs even tighter. She wouldn't let him go until he filled her cunt with his fertile seed. All reason and logic sinks hopelessly in the wild maelstrom of lust and pure greed that the two of them have for each other.

Don't... please... I'm not ready. Answers Julia, her body belying her words. Her septum tightens over the hard cock, milking the intruder with every thrust. She greedily pushes her pelvis against every movement so that he can touch her as deeply as possible.

Her words make the cock throb harder in her cave. He likes what she says.

Your tits are about to get even bigger. Your professor has lost all temper. Like a wild ox he fucks her young body on the wood of his desk and splits her tight labia