Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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The catch lay in the fact that, with Master Hendryk’s approval, Candy got to decide what I had to do to earn that climax. When I felt needy in the shower each morning, with my hand lingering as I washed my pussy and felt the soreness my owner’s huge penis always left behind as a reminder of his use, I always had a dilemma.

I knew I would give in, and plead with Candy to ask Master Hendryk to grant permission. I feared the price she would exact—especially after the second day, Tuesday, when she declared that if I wanted to come I would have to be spanked.

“I guess that’s the price you pay, Renee,” she said with what seemed to me uncharacteristic thoughtfulness, “for me being sent to my room while Master Hendryk fucked you this morning. He didn’t even have time to fuck me, too!”

“Did Master Hendryk tell you you could spank me?” I demanded.

“Do you want to ask him?” she retorted, a smile on her lips and a mischievous light in her eyes. “I think you know what he’ll say. You need strict discipline, Renee! Now bend over the stool and grab the rung on the other side. I’m going to make that adorable bottom nice and red.”

I had never gotten a spanking from another girl. It took a longer time to really hurt, and I wondered if a real girl would have stopped, simply because her hand hurt, before Candy did. She, however, apparently didn’t feel that sort of soreness, and she spanked me for ten minutes, until my upturned bottom clenched uncontrollably under her rising and falling hand and I had made a little puddle of tears on the Mexican tiles of the kitchen floor.

Then, in an instant, her knowing tongue had transformed all the pain into helpless, aching need. Without shame, it seemed, she bent down behind me and thrust her nose and mouth into the heat of my burning backside. I started to come before I even fully realized what Candy was doing, and I kept coming, my knuckles white on the stool’s wooden rung, until my AI bed sister was satisfied that my pleasure had nearly become a torment.

The next morning Master Hendryk woke me up to fuck me. We had all slept together in his enormous bed, and he woke me with his hand between my thighs, reaching over my hip to tell me his will, and his hard cock up against the crack of my bottom. Wordlessly he found the opening he sought, the entrance to my pussy, still sore from his jackhammering ride the night before. He thrust in hard, and began without any further ceremony to use me that way, spoon style.

His hardness made me cry out in discomfort until his sheer brutality, the relentlessness of his rhythm, brought the slickness of my submissive need to my pussy. My helpless, submissive noises became much more ambiguous then, but my cries must have woken Candy up, on the other side of Master Hendryk.

“Me, too, Master?” I heard her plead. “Fuck me too, please?”

“Rub your pussy against my ass,” our owner grunted. “I want to come in Renee.”

I cried out louder as I sensed the artificial girl obeying him. It didn’t change his pounding rhythm, but it seemed to change the angle of his driving cock in my now-soaking sheath. Candy cried out, too, behind me and behind our master. I had to imagine what it looked like, my strange bed sister humping Master Hendryk’s amazing taut rear-cheeks, her wet pussy moving back and forth as she tried desperately to simulate the fucking she needed.

I thrust my own bottom back, desperate myself despite the fact that I had started to come. I wanted my master’s cock inside me… I wanted it to stay there, and not go into the other girl. I felt bad that I didn’t feel bad, but Candy wasn’t a real girl, was she? I didn’t have to share with her. If Master Hendryk wanted to come in my pussy, he should do that, as Candy knew. She should be made to watch how our owner liked to fuck me, and not her.

He liked… he liked me, didn’t he? If he wanted to come inside me, it meant he liked me. I felt my vagina clench hard on his thrusting manhood, and an enormous climax took hold of me. I felt Master Hendryk’s rhythm change, and I felt his cock spurt. He grunted, a strangely surprised sound. Had my orgasm brought on his, before he meant to come? I felt heat fill my face as I tried to puzzle out what that might mean.

Candy gave a piteous cry behind me, and I felt Master Hendryk’s muscles tense slightly as if she had tugged hard on his shoulders.

“I came!” she announced, her voice cheerful.


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