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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My body responded in such a conflicted way that I had the fleeting impression of being not a real person at all, but just a series of different impulses. Did Candy feel like that, on the inside, I couldn’t help wondering? I had panic in my tummy, and it made me writhe under the artificial girl’s aggressive use of my face for her pleasure. I had desire further down, an irrepressible urge to touch myself in an imitation of the enjoyment Candy demonstrated with the little whining noises that accompanied each tensing movement of her backside, each renewed pressure of her pussy onto my mouth.

My right hand started to drift upward from my side, onto my hip, over the silky fabric of my own nightgown.

“No, Renee,” Candy said, her voice husky. She gave a thrust of her hips and pressed down hard, holding me like that as I tried to breathe with my nose caught inside the valley of her bottom. I felt her bend forward, toward my feet, and then she grabbed my right wrist and placed it back at my side. Her left hand took hold of my other wrist and did the same with that hand. “No pleasure for you until you make me come.”

I let out a sob of frustration. Its sound came muffled to my ears, enclosed as they were by Candy’s thighs.

“Mmm,” Candy murmured. She moved her bottom in little jerks. I felt her warm wetness all over my lips, my cheeks. I put out my tongue and tried to please her as Julia had taught me. She tasted like pure naughtiness—musky and dark. “Mmmmmm… that’s it! Now you’re learning to make me feel good, aren’t you?”

Her legs began to move in languid undulations as she crouched over me, gripping my wrists and making me terribly aware of how close her own face had come to my private parts. I could feel her warm breath moving against my needy clit, even through the fabric of my nightgown.

“You learned things at the Institute,” Candy said softly, “didn’t you? You learned how to please another girl between her legs… maybe you learned from one girl how to please her… and then another, maybe… and now you’re learning how to please me.”

I realized that she must have started tutoring me. It seemed so very different from any kind of learning I had ever experienced—even at the Institute, where learning had taken on an entirely different dimension from school—that I could hardly get my mind to think of it that way. Instead, the distraction of her words seemed to detach my thoughts from my body. I started to moan, and my tongue moved of its own accord. Desperation seemed to grip every part of me, the need to make my bed sister… artificial or real… wise or crazy… whatever she was… the terrible need to make her come so that she would touch my pussy, would use her knowing fingers and tongue on me.

I felt my hips move in the same cadence as hers, as if she were fucking me, or as if Master Hendryk were there, driving his huge cock into me in the same rhythm Candy used in queening me. I sobbed with need, unable to figure out how she had awakened such submission in me when our owner was nowhere near.

“That’s not the kind of learning you might do in school,” Candy purred. “Educational theory is interested in how it works, and the most important part of it for Master’s job is what it does inside you.”

She said you, and then she let out the rest of her breath in a stream directed straight at my clit. I cried out into her slowly rubbing pussy lips, my hips jerking uncontrollably.

“You’re a different girl from the one you were five minutes ago, aren’t you?” she murmured. “And you didn’t even notice. You belong to me, now, don’t you?”

Something had changed in her voice. It had a hard edge I didn’t think I had ever heard from Candy before.

“I’m going to pee on your face after I come, Renee. Will you like that?”

CHAPTER 21

Renee

I started to struggle, but Candy held me firmly. She started to ride my face much harder and much faster.

What the fuck kind of tutoring is this?

“No!” I tried to shout, but Candy simply kept humping me, thrusting out her backside and pressing her pussy against my chin, my lips, my nose.

I would not like that.

I felt her bend closer to me. Her ragged breath, each pant seeming to brush my desperate clit with a teasing caress, came more and more quickly. She kissed me, there, through the fabric of the nightgown.

I would not like that.

I cried out into her hot, musky pussy.

I felt her take the hem of my nightgown in her teeth and draw it up, her hands still holding my wrists on either side. I wondered if a regular human could have done it with such skill, but it didn’t matter to me at all, because of what it meant.


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