The Training of Pixie Pt. 11

Balancing her box of belongings on her knee, Professor Rylee Cantrell unlocked the door to the office lab of the infamous "Gone Prof" — a thoughtless moniker the students used to refer to Professor Ethan Norwood, who had gone missing nearly six months ago. The police had investigated, briefly, but with no wife or relatives asking after him and no evidence of foul play, they dropped the case without a search. People walk away from their lives all the time, they said. Not their concern. Norwood gave no professional notice or any sign of plans to leave. He had taken the train in to the university as usual six months ago, and then by the end of the day he was just ... gone. No word to anyone. Not even the woman he had made love to for the first time just the day before. It had been a milestone in their relationship, and though it happened in a rather spur-of-the-moment time and place, it had felt right after two months of getting to know each other and growing closer. First as ...

"I am going to have to work around the clock to get all these stupid projects done on time." I say more to myself than anyone. Stacey looks up from her laptop and shakes her head, "Why do you let him push you around like that? Just say no. He only piles it on top of you because you never say no." I peer at her over my laptop, she's right and I know this, but just can't bring myself to do it. Standing up for myself has never been something I'm good at. Maybe I should just get another job...ugh! Of course, if I don't get these projects done on time, I won't have to worry about it. "5 books that need editing and due all around the same date. Why dump them all on me? He hates me, I just know he hates me." I say, not even looking up from my laptop. "Maybe you're just that good Chrissy, I mean, you could look at it as a compliment. Maybe he just doesn't trust anyone else to get the job done. These are our biggest clients."...

I am on my knees, my hands are tied behind my back, no handcuffs, with rope so I can feel them chaffing around my wrists, my hair loose with his hand holding it tight enough so that it stings, my eyes beginning to redden and tears at the corner of my eyes about to flow, just not quite yet. He teases my lips with the head of his cock, then pushes it in slowly back and forth all the way through, then takes his cock back out and slaps my face with it. "Keep your eyes on me" he says, as he knows how degrading I find this and wants to make sure I don't try to hide from it. He keeps slapping my face for a bit while staring right in my eyes making sure we keep contact, then pushes his cock back in to my mouth, warns me not to look away and starts to fuck my mouth harshly. I can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as it keeps entering my mouth, but as I am new to giving head, he keeps his cock in now while I begin to choke and attempt to pull myself back, he keeps hold of my...

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Like real life, it's a shitshow. It's not a cuckold story. There is minimal sex, but there is some. Before you go any further and your panties get in a knot, this is a story about EXTRAMARITAL SEX MARRIAGES. Warning Bill Robinson... WARNING! The couple in this story have an OPEN MARRIAGE! If this topic offends you, RUN... RUN NOW! And the main character is a woman. OH NO! Get the logs for the death pyre ready... the natives are restless. *** A conversation "Come on, Mandy," Lyle said, exasperated. "It's been a year, and we were so good together." It torqued me that he used the name I had asked him never to use again when addressing me. Not since... "No, Lyle," I replied, staring at him across the bistro table. "You said you had something to talk about. If this was it, I'...

Note that the following events took place in the mid to late '90s, while the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was in place in the military. Even after implementing that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer. You really should read 'Like Butter on a Summer Day Pt. 01' first. * * * * * June 1995 On the way home, I thought about Megan. I remembered how into each other we had been and the one time we gave into those feelings and kissed. That one kiss was seared into my memory. ... As was our custom, we always met up at my apartment to start and end our bike rides. Then we'd shower and change before heading out for lunch. Today, I decided to go first because I needed a cold shower in the worst way. Despite the cold water, I was still so hot that I had to relieve myself by jilling off twice before I felt safe enough to get out of the shower. When I finished toweling off and pulled on my sweatpants and pullover, I left ...

Prologue Six months ago... I hurriedly grabbed a thin jacket from the coat rack in the foyer, tossing it over my shoulder. "Where are you going now?" My mother asked brazenly. I sighed, I didn't want to fight with her tonight. Our fights always ended with her empty threats to send me to New York with my aunt Savannah, every year since I started highschool. "Alex is picking me up, we are going on a date." I said, shifting my weight to my other leg, crossing my arms. "You're still with him?" She scoffed, sipping her wine. "A girl like you, shouldn't be with a guy like that." She huffed, burning me with her gaze. "What is that supposed to mean mom? A girl like me?" I shot back, tucking my long thick brown curls behind my ear. "Well, you know what I meant. He's too good looking for you."I scoffed, my anger starting to boil. "What am I not good looking enough?" I snapped back, reaching for the door. ...