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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories from men who had married current or former strippers. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other sexy short stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

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“Honey, I’m home! And I’m hornier than usual.”

Those were the exact words that Casey Kieffer heard a half-hour ago when his wife, Karen, returned home. They sounded like something out of a strange fantasy or a bad porno, but they were both real and serious. They were even somewhat common for him and his high school sweetheart turned spouse.

“Say no more, Karen. I’ll be right there,” Casey had told her as soon she uttered those words.

He didn’t joke about it because it was no laughing matter. His wife needed his intimate touch and he intended to give it to her. That wasn’t just what a good, loving husband did for his wife. It was a critical part of their sex lives. It had to be when his wife was a professional stripper at one of the hottest strip clubs in the state.

That fact raised more than few eyebrows from friends, family, and co-workers and for understandable reasons. When a man said his wife was a stripper, their minds often went right to the proverbial gutter. They imagined him being a lonely, perverted man who became overly enamored with a stripper and somehow convinced her to marry him. It also assumed that his wife was the kind of stripper who just married someone they knew they could manipulate with their tits, butt, and pussy.

The truth was nothing like that. In reality, Karen being a stripper was only a small part of their relationship. However, it certainly had an impact, but not in the way most people assumed.

“It was a long night…much longer than usual,” she said after they arrived in the master bathroom of their apartment.

“How so?” Casey asked, already embracing her in his arms.

“For any number of reasons,” Karen replied. “Some guy from an investment company showed up with some friends. They threw a lot of money around…made a lot of unreasonable demands.”

“I take it some of those demands were directed at you,” he surmised, knowing better than most what they entailed.

“More than a few,” Karen sighed, “but nothing I can’t handle. In fact, telling them I’m happily married only made them throw more money at me.”

“It’s sad how often that happens. Then again, curiosity and horniness are a dangerous mix.”

“Dangerous and lucrative,” she said with a humored grin, “but enough of that. Let’s get naked and loving already.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

They shared a light laugh before stripping out of their clothes. It wasn’t slow, seductive, or theatrical. If anything, it was the opposite. Karen was so casual with how she undressed in front of him, not even bothering to toss her pants, shirt, and underwear into the nearby laundry hamper. She’d spent all night being slow and sensual in stripping naked. With him, the man she married who loved her with all his heart, it wasn’t necessary.

Casey undressed in much the same manner. It was easier for him, having only been wearing sweatpants and a tank top. It still sent the same message. He didn’t need her to do some elaborate dance to get him in the mood. Just being around her, especially when she was naked, was more than enough. She understood that. She even appreciated it.

“Ah! That feels better,” Karen said while kicking her clothes off to the side.

“Speak for yourself,” Casey said, grinning as he did the same.

“You’d still know better than most,” she laughed as she stood in front of him, fully nude and not hiding any body parts. “You’ve been watching me get naked for years.”

“And I haven’t had to wave hundred-dollar bills at you,” he quipped.

“True, but you’ve given me plenty of other reasons. And believe me…I need those reasons right now.”

As soon as he stepped out of his sweatpants, leaving him as nude as her, she stepped closer and embracing. Even before she wiped off her lipstick and glitter, Casey didn’t hesitate to embrace her back. He could feel in her loving touch how much she needed his love. Whether clothed or unclothed, she’d come to cherish it as much as him.

A big part of that reason had to do with how they’d fallen in love. Casey had known Karen long before she put on her first G-string and gave her first lap dance. He’d actually known her before she ever filled out DD bra. They started as childhood friends. Karen was the daughter of a babysitter that he’d gone to growing up. Even after he stopped going, they’d kept in touch. They even remained close, despite going to different high schools. However, they still remained friends.

That started to change after they each went through some major upheavals in their family. His home life got chaotic when his older brother, Chris, returned from his stint in the military with some serious physical health issues. For a while, his parents drained a large chunk of their mental and financial resources to help him. It left everyone overwhelmed, including him.

At the same time, Karen’s father got fired from his job and descended into a pit of alcohol-fueled depression. While her mother tried to keep things together, which included begging her parents for money, she felt just as overwhelmed as him. That ultimately drew them closer together. While they had pursued other romantic relationships throughout high school, it only delayed the inevitable.

They were in love. They wanted to be together and build a life together. By the time they graduated, he and Karen finally came to terms with that. It culminated in a wedding that helped to mend some of the issues plaguing their respective families. It wasn’t without challenges, though.

“Come on. Let’s get you in a hot shower,” Casey said to his stressed-out wife.

“A hot shower? That’s not going to make me less horny,” Karen told him.

“I know. That’s kind of the point.”

She laughed again before kissing him. He could already taste the desire in her lips and not just because her lipstick was a favorite among other strippers. His wife was such a passionate woman. She needed to exercise that passion and there was only so much she cared to do at a strip club.

With that in mind, he led her into their shower and turned it on. As soon as the water warmed up, he invited her under it. She accepted eagerly, joining him in another loving embrace under the hot torrent.

“That’s it,” Casey said playfully. “Wash away everything except the horniness.”

“I’m naked in a shower with the man I love,” she pointed out. “That’s not something you can wash away.”

She kissed him again. It helped get her point across. Casey kissed back, deepening his embrace and tracing his soft hands over her wet body. He was gentle and caring, caressing her face and feeling up her hips, just like she liked it. He felt her relax within his arms, closing her eyes and smiling as the water poured between them. It was such a beautiful sight, as well as undeniably erotic.

Already, the body glitter, the makeup, and the various hair products washed off her under the cascade of water. That elaborate fantasy persona she crafted on stage faded before his eyes, leaving only his beautiful wife.

“Karen,” he said lovingly into her ears, “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.”

“You turn me on and make me love you?” she said with a beaming grin. “God, I’m a lucky woman!”

“Luck isn’t always necessary with love,” said Casey, “but it sure does help.”

“That, it does!”

They kissed again. Their intimate touching became more playful and casual. He stepped back and let his wife wash herself off. He helped whenever she needed it, but he was content to watch her with his loving gaze and offer affectionate gestures when needed.

Even without the glitter, the sexy outfits, and the makeup, Karen had the body, beauty, and sex appeal of a professional stripper. She had that perfect hour-glass figure, smooth skin that was so soft to the touch, a smile that could light up any darkened room, and naturally large breasts that perfectly complemented her voluptuous frame. Such stunning beauty would’ve surprised anyone who’d known her in her youth.

“Mind washing my back, love?” Karen asked him.

“Not at all,” he said, “and don’t feel obligated to shake your butt.”

“I’ll fight the urge,” she joked, “but if I feel something big and hard poke me…well, I can’t make any promises.”

She quickly turned around, giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt. She purposefully backed towards him, grinding up against his penis, which was already getting erect. Casey still intended to wash her, but before marveling at how much her sex appeal had evolved.

He remembered how Karen looked during her freshman year of high school. Karen was thin and underdeveloped, compared to her female peers. She’d been among the last of her girlfriends to buy a bra. She’d also worn plain, often unwashed clothes, thanks largely to her family’s financial problems. She didn’t have many opportunities to be sexy. Then, she started filling out and that changed.

Even before she grew into her body, Karen had the skills and personality that translated well into professional stripping. She was outgoing and affectionate. She made friends easily and didn’t hesitate to embrace others, intimately or otherwise. She was also quite comfortable with nudity. She’d even gotten in trouble a few times for flashing her boobs in public. In high school, she did it to get a laugh. Now, she did it to get extra tips while dancing on stage.

Stripping almost made too much sense. After graduating high school, Karen sought to study dance. She aspired to be a teacher and work in theater. Since classes were expensive and her family had little to offer in terms of money, stripping proved to be both useful and lucrative. She made even more money than him working part time stocking shelves while he studied sports medicine.

She supported him while he supported her. Falling in love with her had just been the building. The life Casey sought to build with her had blossomed considerably since they left their hometown for college. Moments like this affirmed how precious that life was.

“Feeling better, my love?” Casey asked, embracing her from behind while rubbing soapy suds down her back.

“Mmm…much better!” Karen said. “I’m still horny though.”

“Well, I can’t do anything about that…yet.”

“Then, why don’t we skip a few steps and take this to the bed?”

She turned her head and kissed him. She then guided his hands from her hips to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them. At that point, his penis was almost fully erect. She’d barely finished washing her hair and he hadn’t finished rinsing her off. She was a lot hornier than usual.

“Some steps are meant to be skipped, I guess,” he said. “You sure you don’t want to dry your hair off and get settled?”

“Trust me. I’m sure,” said Karen in a voice as serious as it was sexy.

Casey, assured of her desires, didn’t say another word. Having washed away the last bit of soap from their naked bodies, he turned the shower off, took stripper wife in his arms, and kissed her passionately to ignite the first round of desire.

It wasn’t gentle or subtle. He kissed Karen with both love and lust, twirling his tongue with hers. Hands began roaming eagerly, grasping and pawing naked flesh. They were still soaked from the shower. The initial arousal she’d brought home from the strip club quickly escalated, more so than anything that happened in a club.

“Ooh Casey…my sweet, loving husband,” she gasped, sounding desperate for his intimate touch.

Moving with greater urgency, Casey led his beautiful wife out of the shower and towards their master bedroom. They didn’t bother drying off. He trusted the heat of their passion to do the trick.

Halfway between the bathroom and the bed, Casey lifted her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way. Karen, showing both her flexibility and lower body strength, skillfully threw her legs around his waist and wrapped her legs around his neck. The same acrobatic skills that made her such a great dancer also made her a dynamic lover.

However, on a night like this, Karen didn’t need anything elaborate. She just needed the simple lovemaking that only a dedicated husband could provide.

“Relax, my darling wife,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me give you what you desire.”

Karen answered with another loving kiss. They remained lip locked as they arrived at their king-sized bed. From there, Casey laid her down in the center and got on top of her. He then proceeded to trail his lips down her face, neck, and torso.

He felt her relax under his touch, letting out moans and gasps of contentment. She’d spent her entire shift, dancing and moving to entice the passions of horny men. Now, it was her turn to be enticed. Being her husband, knowing every inch of the body others paid handsomely to see, he knew just how to do it.

“Mmm…so soft, yet so thorough,” Karen said. “You know my body so well.”

“That’s because I’ve had practice,” said Casey while fondling her breasts, “beautiful, dedicated practice.”

He teased her nipples to get his point across. A gasp of delight confirmed that he’d succeeded. Karen loved having her nipples teased, but in a very specific way. More than one man had tried to cop a feel while working. They never did it right and she’d gotten more than a few people kicked out because of it.

He knew those extra-sensitive spots.

He knew just how to stimulate those spots.

Most importantly, he knew how much that turned her on.

Casey noticed his love’s legs shifting, her thighs rubbing together as basic arousal evolved to burning desire. He usually spent more time on his wife’s breasts, but he could tell that other parts of her body needed his loving attention.

“Practice pays…in more ways than one,” Casey said in his huskiest tone.

He skipped the part where he traced his lips down every contour of her upper body and focused his attention on her inner thighs. Karen already shared that focus, eagerly spreading her legs and showing off the same flexibility that made her so skilled with a stripper pole. It gave him plenty of room to work his well-honed skills.

Unlike her nipples, Casey was more direct. He treated giving his wife oral sex with great urgency, hungrily burying his face in her pussy and tasting her womanly flesh. He also used his fingers, carefully stimulating all the right areas to ger her juices flowing. Once again, her joyous moans let him know he succeeded.

“Yes! Oohhh right there!” she moaned. “Just like that, my love! Just like that!”

Casey stepped up his efforts, probing her depths with his tongue and using his fingers to stimulate her clit. As someone who studied sports medicine, he had to know the intricacies human anatomy. That included the female body. Karen once joked that most of the men who asked to sleep with her probably didn’t know their way around a woman’s vagina. He now knew that had only been a partial joke, at most.

Using both his intimate and professional insights, he brought his wife to a state of arousal that no amount of stripping could match. Karen had always been a very sexual woman. However, getting her to that special state of dazed desire was challenging.

Being a stripper, she was around sexy situations all the time. She could get horny on stage. She could even get sexually aroused by other men. Casey understood that. He also understood that she’d slept with other men before they started dating. They might have known the basics, but only he had the knowledge, skills, and passion to satisfy her.

“Mmm…you’re hotter than usual tonight,” he said after giving her pussy another thorough lick. “It must have been a hell of a night.”

“It was. It really, really was,” Karen said intently.

“Want me to keep going? Or would you…”

“Fuck me!” she said before he could finish. “Please, Casey…I want to feel you inside me.”

There was more urgency in her tone than usual. Given the nature of her job, some nights left her more anxious than usual. On certain nights, she’d come home and want nothing to do with sex. They’d experienced plenty of those in recent weeks during mid-terms. On other nights, however, she came home so flushed with sexual energy that she just had to vent it. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Very well, my horny stripper wife,” said Casey. “I’ll give you everything you need tonight.”

“You always do, my hunky husband. You always do,” she said.

Her body was ready and so was his. Going down on his wife, tasting her intimate flesh, always got his blood flowing as well. He was fully erect and just as impassioned as her in longing for a more intimate union. With their arousal now in synch, Casey carried out the next and most critical stage of satisfying his wife.

With agility that any stripper could respect, he got back on top of her. She eagerly welcomed him, enrapturing him with her arms and legs. Their naked flesh, still wet from the shower, became beautifully entwined as he aligned his body with hers. As soon as he felt the tip of his erect manhood make contact with her outer folds, he guided his hips forward and entered her.

“Ooh Casey!” Karen gasped. “This! This is what I need”

His ears were already ringing. She was more vocal than usual. That encouraged Casey even more. He loved it when his wife talked dirty. Being a stripper gave her plenty of practice and, much like his oral sex skills, he made it worthwhile.

Maintaining the same focus he’d exercised earlier, Casey started making love to his wife. As that hot feeling coursed through them, he started working his body with hers in a sensual rhythm. Hot womanly flesh surrounded his hard, manly length, creating that heightened intimate feeling of bodily union. He was slow at first, making that first round of movements really count. Once their bodies adjusted, he stepped up the pace. From there, the intimate feeling escalated.

“Karen…I feel you,” he whispered lovingly into her ear.

“I feel it too, Casey! Oohhh I feel it!” Karen exclaimed.

As he kissed down her neck, she clung to his torso, raking her well-manicured nails over his flesh. He could even feel the balls of her feet digging into her back, supplementing his every thrust. It showed that when she walked in the door, saying she was horny, she’d meant it. It also proved how much she’d come to appreciate their unique approach to lovemaking.

Nobody became a competent stripper without having a sexy side. Even fewer became successful at such a lurid profession without being in touch with that sexy side. Karen had always been in tuned with her sexuality. She learned early in her personal life that she liked a more vigorous kind of sex. At the same time, she was remarkably traditional on the actual mechanics.

Her favorite position was a simple missionary position.

Her preferred locale for intimate moments was a private bedroom.

Her most sex came from someone she genuinely loved.

She could still be adventurous. The lube and sex toys they kept under their bed was proof of that. However, those were for nights when Karen wasn’t working a shift at the club. Casey had seen her at work before. He watched her do all the elaborate dances and stunts to get horny men infatuated with her. The steady supply of tips showed how well it worked.

However, after all those efforts and the lap dances that came with it, Karen preferred something simple when she came home to her husband. Even in a private bedroom, absent the many restrictions that strip clubs imposed on illicit activities, they kept things simple. That worked fine for him. He was a simple guy who just happened to have a stripper wife.

“Close! Casey, I…I’m getting close!” Karen panted as their bodies rocked with the bed.

“I can tell,” he said proudly in her ear.

It came sooner than usual. Casey didn’t even have to nibble on her ear, which she always found so stimulating. He wasn’t complaining. He could already feel her inner muscles tightening around his member. As such, he made the final push.

He elevated his body slightly, shifting his grip to her thighs and holding her legs apart so he could thrust with more leverage. It also gave him a perfect view of her impassioned expression as she neared orgasm. Still wet and absent of all her makeup, she still looked so beautiful. No matter how many men saw her naked on a stage, he was the only one who got to see that look of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

“Ohhh Casey!” she cried out when the feeling hit.

At that moment, an erotic special unlike any other unfolded before him and he had the best seat in the house. Karen closed her eyes, threw her head back, and grasped her breasts as she achieved her sexual release. He watched with a beaming grin as she writhed under the weight of the sensations, arcing her back and bending her knees under the onslaught of sensations.

Years ago, before she became a stripper, he once told her that she was so animated during sex. When she climaxed, she looked like a stripper giving the performance of a lifetime. She laughed at that comment and gave him a playful swat. It turned out to be prophetic. It also made their sex life extra passionate.

“Feeling better?” he asked her as she soaked in the remnants of her orgasmic release.

“Mmm…definitely!” she said with euphoric delight. “There’s just one other thing that would really satisfy me.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“Satisfying you, of course!”

That didn’t surprise him in the slightest. For Karen, part of having traditional tastes in sex meant that both partners got their share of ecstasy. She’d gotten hers. Now, it was his turn.

In the same way he knew how to meet her intimate needs, she employed some knowledge of her own. She shot up from the bed, took him in her arms, and kissed him passionately as she rearranged their naked bodies. Before he knew it, he was on his back and she was on top of him, straddling his waist. His throbbing cock was still inside her, the intimate warmth of their union fueling his desire.

“Lie back,” said Karen, tapping into those professional stripper skills. “Let me give you what you need.”

“Do what you need to do. You are a professional, after all,” he tesed.

“You got that right!”

With a playful grin and an affectionate gaze, Karen took his hands in hers and began riding him like a full-fledged sex goddess. It was another beautiful sight that left him enamored and captivated. As much as she enjoyed traditional sexual practices, she didn’t mind getting frisky, especially when it came to satisfying him.

She knew how much he loved watching her ride him.

She knew how much he loved watching her breasts bounce and her hips rock.

She knew how to satisfy her husband in a way that differed considerably from satisfying a customer at a strip club.

It was part of why he trusted her so completely. Other men, including close relatives, often asked how he handled having a wife who worked as a stripper. He usually gave them a list of scripted answers about trust, understanding, and love. It actually ran much deeper than that. He’d seen how she treated customers. He noticed the subtle, yet critical differences in how she treated him. That, more than anything, assured him that he could trust his wife to be a great stripper and a great lover.

“Karen…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…ohhh God!” Casey gasped as he neared his peak.

“Come, my love! Please…come with me,” she said to him.

She squeezed his hands harder, placing them over her bouncing breasts as she gyrated her hips a few more times to send him over the edge. It did the trick. He got his release and he made sure to put on just as great a spectacle for her.

He felt her loving gaze on him as he crossed that special threshold. He closed his eyes, squeezed her breasts, and let out a deep grunt of ecstasy as the orgasmic sensations coursed through him. He could feel his member throbbing inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices. It was another one of those special feelings that even high spenders at the club could experience.

Even though she’d slept with other men before him, they’d always used condoms. With him, she let their sexual fluids mix. It created that powerful feeling of warmth inside her. It was a special act that was for them and only them. Whenever they shared that feeling, it reaffirmed the breadth of their love and how strong it had become.

“I love you, Casey,” she said to him as he soaked in the feeling.

“I love you too, Karen…my amazing stripper wife,” he told her.

She laughed playfully before capturing his lips in one more loving kiss. From there, their intimate flesh parted. However, she remained on top of him, their naked bodies entwined and enmeshed in an afterglow of ecstasy.

He could already sense her nodding off, tired from both her shift at the strip club and the effective lovemaking they’d shared. Casey, having exhausted himself as well, was content to drift off with her, but not before kissing her one more time on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, darling,” he said. “You’ve earned it.”

Every marriage came with a unique set of challenges. His mother had told Casey that on his wedding day. Being married to a stripper created even more challenges, but he and Karen were uniquely equipped to deal with them.

Karen had the body, persona, and sexiness to be a successful stripper.

She also had the heart, soul, and passion to be a great wife.

That made her special in so many ways. At the end of the day, however, she was his wife…his wonderful, stripper wife. To Casey, that was all that mattered.

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a story about a a guy who dated his professor’s granddaughter behind his back. I won’t give their names, out of respect for their privacy. I’ll just say that if they ever read this, they’ll appreciate it. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

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“Be diligent with your notes. Because what I’m about to tell you next will likely determine whether you pass my class or leave in tears.”

Those stern, harsh words sent shudders through the spines of every student in the Raymond Sthal Lecture Hall. Manny Young sensed it while sitting in the middle seat of the front row. He even noticed the hands of the two men sitting next to him trembling as they prepared to type more notes on their tablets, listening intently for whatever detailed knowledge that Professor Sebastian Sthal gave them.

They knew, as well as everyone else who had sat in this lecture hall, that Professor Sthal wasn’t generous when it came to gifting knowledge. That might have seemed antithetical for a teacher, regardless of tenure, but that was part of the infamous method that the professor employed. He was not the kind of teacher who belabored a lesson. He operated under the strict principle that if someone needed to be taught the same lesson twice, then they were too stupid to understand it.

Nobody who attended a prestigious private university with a nine-figure endowment could call themselves stupid. However, Professor Sthal had a knack for breaking the spirits of those who thought they had what it took to attend this school. It didn’t matter if they were trust fund kids who’d paid their way in or accomplished academics who earned a full scholarship. When it came to separating intelligence from idiocy, the professor showed no mercy.

By that measure, Manny might have been the smartest and stupidest person to ever take his class.

“Open your textbooks to page 469. Refer to Section 11 of your notebooks,” Professor Sthal instructed as he utilized the computer connected to the overhead screen. “Follow along closely because this ties into every pop quiz I’ve given this semester. It’ll likely appear in the final exam, but take no comfort in that foresight. Knowing these concepts and utilizing them are very different things. And after grading your mid-terms, I’ve little reason to assume you know the difference.”

He sounded like a man determined to pre-emptively crush the spirits of his students. That might have been the nicest way to describe the mentality of every student in the lecture hall. The fact that Professor Sthal’s class had a waiting list a mile long was nothing short of masochistic, but there was no getting around the results.

Those who survived an entire semester with Professor Sthal and got a passing grade had their pick of dream jobs after graduation. That was exactly why Manny’s father, a retired military officer who knew Professor Sthal in his youth, made him take the class. He didn’t want to at first. Manny had enough self-awareness to know that this class was only for the foolish and the brave. He almost dropped it on the first day.

Then, he found a reason to endure and that reason happened to be sitting next to Professor Sthal’s desk.

“Sherry Sthal,” Manny said under his breath. “That’s a concept I know I understand.”

As the professor loaded the presentation and everyone else anxiously listened, he cast her a knowing gaze. She was on the same page as her because she looked right back at him, those beautiful blue eyes bringing warmth to an otherwise cold lecture hall. The hid much of her sentiments in her stoic expression, just like her grandfather. However, Manny could still decipher them.

“I see you,” he mouthed to her.

Sherry responded with the faintest of smiles. For someone related to Professor Sthal, it was akin to a deafening proclamation of love. That was the kind of woman she was. She could say a lot without saying a word.

At that moment, Sherry conveyed a clear and obvious message.

“I want you.”

Manny heard her angelic voice echo in his head. She didn’t need to say a word. Her actions, her poise, and her beauty spoke volumes. Even her grandfather’s stern, dispassionate voice couldn’t drown it out.

While the professor garnered the attention, he remained fixated on Sherry. She was the sole reason why he sat in the front row. Like everyone else at the university, she wore the same uniform every day. That white blouse, black skirt, and dark stockings were ubiquitous throughout campus. Sherry still found a way to make it look sexy. She loved reminding him too.

Just as her grandfather started talking, she turned briefly from her desk. To the rest of the world, she was just adjusting her seat. She’d been sitting at the desk on the far end of the stage since the lecture began. As a teaching assistant, her participation in the class was limited. Her primary job was to monitor the sound system and the video feed of the lecture hall. She often did that job without saying a word.

Her stunning beauty had earned her plenty of looks from the male students. Most were too scared to look for more than a few seconds. Professor Sthal had a reputation for being tough, both in and out of the classroom. That dissuaded most men from pursuing his beautiful granddaughter. Manny dared to take that chance. To date, he hadn’t regretted it.

“Make no mistake. You’ll need to understand this to get anything of value from my class,” Professor Sthal barked to the class. “If you’re confused now, save yourself the trouble and leave right now. That way, you’ll limit your humiliation.”

The tension throughout the lecture hall rose. Everyone typed on their tablets more feverishly. Nobody left, but more than a few were tempted. Manny knew that because he was almost the first. Sherry changed that.

She gave him even more reasons to stay. While the professor continued his lecture, she shifted in her seat again. In doing so, her parted her legs slightly. She kept one hand on the keyboard, working the controls for the video feed. With the other, she did something more subtle…something that would’ve given her grandfather a heart attack.

“You dirty girl, you,” Manny mouthed to her.

Sherry didn’t flinch for a second. He blinked a few times, just to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. He confirmed that it was real.

She lightly trailed her hand down her thigh.

She then reached under her skirt.

In front of a packed lecture hall with her grandfather less than 10 feet away, she fondled her pussy.

She kept a straight face, but her gaze took on a distinct glint. Everyone else was too caught up in Professor Sthal’s lecture. Only Manny noticed what was going on. He knew that look well. He also knew what it meant for later this afternoon.

“She’s horny. She wants it bad. And God help me, I want it too.”

He kept saying that to himself, but was careful not to make a sound. Professor Sthal was as astute as he was firm. The second he glanced in his direction, Manny turned away and focused on the lecture.

“This is just the first step. Trust me, it’s not the most critical,” he told the class firmly. “There are several more I’ve yet to cover. If you’ve kept up with your reading, you might have a chance. Don’t waste it!”

That might have been the only part of his lecture that resonated with Manny. As soon as the professor turned away, he glanced towards Sherry again. She was still looking at him with that intense gaze. She still had a hand up her skirt. He couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. He knew enough to surmise the lurid details. To further tempt her, he mouthed one last message to her.

“Soon,” he said.

She gasped lightly. It was subtle, but enough to get a reaction from Professor Sthal. Thankfully, Sherry reacted faster. She removed her hand and focused on the computer monitors before her. Her grandfather still cast her a critical gaze, but he continued his lecture.

“Moving on, let us proceed,” the Professor said. “I’m going to move fast so you should too.”

That proved half-true. The lecture continued, but time slowed to a crawl for Manny. He still paid attention, taking notes like everyone else in the lecture hall. However, his concerns weren’t on final exams. He had a much more pressing matter to pursue after class.

The class ended after an hour. It might as well have been a lifetime. As soon as it ended, Manny couldn’t leave the Raymond Sthal Lecture Hall fast enough. He saw Sherry working just as quickly. He trusted her to catch up to him. She was always extra motivated when she was really horny.

“I’ll be waiting,” he whispered to her as he passed by.

“No. You won’t,” she replied.

It almost sounded like a threat, but Manny knew the subtext. Like her grandfather, she conveyed confidence in a way most found intimidating. It often hindered her personal life. Sherry claimed she would’ve lost her virginity a lot sooner if she hadn’t intimidated so many men. He didn’t doubt her for a second.

He also didn’t doubt that she would catch up fast. He walked briskly from the lecture hall, navigating a sea of other students to get back to his dorm. They all wore the same standard uniforms. They all looked stressed out about final exams next week. There would be plenty of time to stress over that later. At the moment, he had other priorities.

“You made it through class. The hardest part is over,” Manny told himself. “Now comes the fun part!”

He would’ve sprinted across campus if her weren’t certain that would attract undue attention. In the middle of the day when most classes were in session, nobody wanted that kind of scrutiny. Luckily for him, he was done for the rest of the afternoon. That meant he and Sherry had all the time they needed.

By the time he made it to his dorm room, his heart was racing. He wasn’t the least bit focused on Professor Sthal’s lecture. The only thing he remembered from that class was how sexy and seductive Sherry had looked. Those memories were still fresh, but they weren’t enough. He craved more.

He wasn’t the only one, either.

“What took you so long?” said very familiar, very seductive voice right into his ear.

Manny had been so caught up in anticipate that he didn’t notice a female figure approach from behind. It started him so much that he almost dropped his key. He maintained his poise just long enough to turn around and confirm once again that his senses weren’t lying. Sherry Sthal was standing behind him.

“You beat me here…again,” Manny said, pretending to be shocked.

“I took a short-cut,” she said with a coy grin.

“Translation…you snuck through the faculty entrance again.”

“I told grandpa I was late for an afternoon study group,” Sherry said with an innocent shrug.

“And he bought it?”

“You want to ask questions? Or do you want to get out of these itchy clothes?”

That was the easiest choice in the history of choices. She still had that lecherous glint in her eyes. Standing so close, Manny felt the heat radiating from her body. Those clothes must have been unbearable. She craved his naked flesh as much as he craved hers. His pants already felt two sizes tighter at the thought.

With greater urgency, he turned around and unlocked the door. Sherry was already all over him, snaking her arms around his waist and sensually kissing his neck. She used to be more tactful, checking the hall for any onlookers that might tell her grandfather she wasn’t at a study group. It was the middle of the day, so the halls of the dormitories were mostly empty. They were in the clear and they were going to take full advantage of it.

As soon as they entered his dorm room, all traces of tact disappeared. The woman who carried herself with such grace and poise disappeared. In her place was a full-blown nymphomaniac. She was all over him, turning him around and smothering him with hungry kisses. All Manny could do was kiss back and try his best to match her desire.

“Off! Get those fucking clothes off!” Sherry said intently.

It was on.

She wanted sex.

Manny wanted to give it to her, regardless of who her grandfather was.

They practically tore each other’s clothes off. His tie, sweater, and shirt were the first to go. Her blouse, bra, and skirt followed suit. As each garment fell to the floor, they made their way to his bed. By the time they reached it, he was down to his boxers and she was in just her stockings.

In doing so, Manny confirmed what he’d suspected earlier. Sherry hadn’t been wearing panties underneath her dress. She wanted it more than usual. Usually, he took time to admire the sight of her exposed breasts and feminine features. Having not felt her lurid touch in a while, he wanted it just as much.

“You sexy…naughty girl,” Manny told her as they climbed atop the bed.

“I’ve been hot for you all day,” Sherry said, her every word seething with lust. “I was so wet during that lecture. I could barely stand it!”

“Well, don’t worry. You’re not leaving this dorm until you’re completely, utterly satisfied.”

“Bold words…especially from someone who knows my grandfather.”

“For a woman like you, I’ll take that chance!”

He might have been as foolish as he was horny, bedding the granddaughter of Sebastian Sthal. He was the same Sebastian Sthal who once had someone arrested for accidentally taking in his parking spot. He had a vindictive reputation, to say the least. That might have scared off every other man that Sherry had tried to seduce, but not him. Whether that made him a fool depended heavily on the quality of the sex.

Sherry certainly did her part. Once at the foot of his bed, she sensually removed her stockings, rendering her completely naked. The sight was more than enough to get his blood flowing in the right directions. True to her family legacy, she went the extra mile.

“So bold and daring,” she said seductively, “no wonder you make me so wet!”

She clearly noticed the growing bulge in his underwear. She practically pounced on him, pulling him into another kiss while she pulled off his boxers before he could join her on the bed. As soon as Manny’s member popped free, she devoured it with her hungry lips. She didn’t tempt him or tease him. She just went for his dick and sucked it like an animal in heat.

“Ahhh damn!” Manny grunted. “So good! You suck dick…so good!”

He sounded both foolish and dazed, but he didn’t care. Sherry Sthal was giving him oral sex and doing a masterful job.

Still standing at the foot of the bed, he watched as the beautiful woman sucked and slurped along the length of his manhood. He loved how her head bobbed up and down with every motion. It was so dirty, yet sensual. For a woman who looked so prim and proper most of the time, it was jarring in the best possible way.

As she sucked him off, Manny caressed the side of her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair, soaking in every sensation. His knees almost buckled under the weight of the feeling, but he managed to stay upright. His dick got so big and hard. A less horny woman might have gagged, but Sherry just kept sucking. She even kept up with his arousal, using her right hand to finger herself as she sucked him.

She was as wet as he was hard. While Manny wasn’t one to skip the foreplay, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to make love to this beautiful woman.

“Sherry…I want you. I want you now!” he said, finally matching her intensity.

“Mmm…then do it, Manny. Take me!” said Sherry.

She gave his cock one last lick and looked up at him seductive, as though he needed even more incentive. The same spirit that had turned the elegant Sherry Sthal into a cock-hungry nymph took over him as well. At that moment, Manny was a man possessed.

With strength that defied his stature, he took her by the shoulders, turned her around, and bent her over the side of the bed. Sherry grabbed hold of the sheets in anticipation. She even playfully swatted her heart-shaped butt, inviting him into her depths. Manny gladly accepted the invitation. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed hold of her waist, and aligned his pelvis with hers. He then delivered a firm thrust, pushing his masculine flesh into her womanly depths.

“Ohhh yes!” Sherry proclaimed, sounding equally possessed by the moment. “That’s it! Give it to me, Manny!”

He answered with his manliest grunt before heeding her lurid cries. It conveyed the necessary message. Manny was going to give her everything she wanted.

Descending deeper into a state of primal lust, he began moving his hips back and forth. The first few motions were slow and steady, giving her body time to adjust to his. He felt her inner muscles tighten around his member, intensifying the feeling of their fleshly union. Powerful instincts and desires took over. He quickly stepped up the pace, working his hips harder and faster. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the undersized dorm room, perfectly complementing the symphony of blissful grunts.

“Sherry! So hot…so tight!” Manny grunted.

“Yes, Manny! Harder! Do it harder!” she exclaimed.

Like a reflex, he obliged. The sound of their grunts and moans intensified. Her naked body rocked to every thrust. Manny loved how it made her breasts sway. He reached around and one of them with his hand, squeezing her nipples as he rocked her world. Her moans got louder. He knew how much she loved having her nipples pinched during sex. It was just one of the many kinks he’d uncovered with Sherry.

Using them had the desired effect. Manny already had Sherry on the brink of orgasm. Her could tell by the way her pussy throbbed around his cock, squeezing his member harder with each thrust. He knew making women climax wasn’t supposed to be that easy, but Sherry Sthal wasn’t most women and he didn’t mind for a second.

“I’m coming, Manny! I’m coming!” she panted heavily. “I’m…oohhh fuck!”

He slowed the pace of their sex, giving Sherry plenty of room to enjoy her orgasm. He watched as she threw her head back, squeezed the bedsheets, and let out an orgasmic cry that filled the dorm. He could feel her body shuddering under the weight of the pleasure. In the light of the midday sun, her naked skin seemed to glow within the ecstasy.

Manny shot her a beaming grin. It was a majestic sight. No matter how many times he saw her in that orgasmic state, he marveled at such a sensual spectacle. He’d been with other women, but few dared to enjoy sex as much as Sherry. Being from such a prestigious, uptight family made it difficult. She once told him she had to take two showers a day, just so she could masturbate. It couldn’t have been easy, but it helped her learn the value of getting off quickly and efficiently.

“God, that felt good!” she moaned, still dazed in ecstasy.

“Yeah, you made that abundantly clear,” Manny commented.

“Then, what are you waiting for? Keep going! I want more!”

“Already? Damn, you’re hornier than usual!” he said.

“Less talking. More fucking.”

She was as impatient as she was horny. She skipped the part where she enjoyed the afterglow and drew him into more sex. Never one to get in a horny woman’s way, Manny willingly obliged.

Their intimate flesh parted, but only briefly. Sherry promptly turned around, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him up onto the bed. Still very much aroused, he eagerly followed her. Along the way, he kissed her hungrily on the lips. She kissed back intently, affirming that she was still horny. One orgasm was rarely enough for Sherry. She insisted on making every intimate encounter count.

As their tongues twirled, she pinned him on his back and straddled his pelvis. From there, she quickly aligned his dick with her still-throbbing pussy and lowered herself onto it. Their flesh reunited, she began riding him cowgirl style.

“Sherry…ohhh Sherry!” Manny gasped. “You beautiful…horny…slut!”

“Yeah! You like that! You love it, don’t you?” she said with unmatched seduction.

She sounded so unlike the reserved, articulate woman her grandfather had groomed for academic greatness. That gave even greater meaning to their sex. She needed to exercise this side of her. He was just the lucky guy who got to help her.

Manny embraced that role. As she rode his cock, he grabbed her butt with one hand and fondled her bouncing breast with the other. She humped with the same vigor that he’d established with her. It was hard and fast, evoking plenty of labored moans and grunts. In the mid-afternoon heat, they worked up quite a sweat. Seeing her naked body hover over him, glowing in that uniquely sensual aura, made it even hotter.

“Ohhh yeah! I love it! I fucking love it!” Manny proclaimed.

That still sounded strange, coming from him. He’d avoided profanity for much of his life. His parents were strict when it came to language and the university had clear speech codes. Dropping an F-bomb in the middle of the night was enough to get people a fine. For all the profanity he and Sherry had used during sex, they probably could’ve started their own university.

He let that vulgarity flow freely as she rode him harder. Just as he’d done with her, she used her knowledge of his kinks to get him to the brink. She knew how much he liked watching her breasts bounce. She knew how much he liked it when she licked her lips and slapped her ass while riding him. She pulled out every trick in the book and again, it worked…in more ways than one.

“Sherry…I’m close. I’m really…really close!” he grunted.

“Mmm…me too,” she said playfully. “I’m coming again! Come, Manny! Come with me!”

She never ceased to amaze him. He knew some women were multi-orgasmic, but Sherry took it to another level. It was like she could climax on demand and she loved showing it off when he was about to come. He used to think she faked it, but human anatomy didn’t lie. When she said she was going to share in the ecstasy, she meant it.

She timed it just right. Just as he was about to get his orgasm, he felt her inner muscles clamp down around his member. In a harmonious release of shared ecstasy, they climaxed together. Manly fluids mixed with feminine juices in her hot depths. This time, his body shuddered with hers as the ripples of pleasure coursed through every fiber.

It was an even greater spectacle than before. With a beaming grin on his face, he admired Sherry’s sultry sex show. She smiled back at him, not hiding for a second how much she enjoyed it. As he took in the feeling, he rose up from the bed and embraced her in his arms. Like a couple of animals still in heat, they kissed.

It might have been the only time she could express how much she enjoyed sex. Manny doubted that Professor Sthal – or the rest of her family, for that matter – knew she was an unapologetic nymph. She didn’t show this side of herself often. Few men could handle it when she did. He was among the lucky few.

“You know…I’m probably going to fail your grandfather’s class,” Manny told her, still breathless.

“You wouldn’t be the first…or in the minority, for that matter,” Sherry replied.

“That also means I’ll have to take summer classes. That means I’ll be sticking around…attending more lectures and doing extra credit.”

“Oh you poor baby,” she said, pretending to be upset. “Then, I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking you every chance I get…to keep your spirits up.”

“My spirits…right.”

“Speaking of which,” she said coyly, “you up for another?”

“Fuck yeah!”

It was on again. That was another thing that made him lucky. He was not one of those guys who blew his load once and called it a day. He could do more if he had a willing partner and Sherry was more willing than most.

With a dorm room to themselves and no classes to attended, they made the most of their afternoon. They gave each other mutual oral sex. They took turns leading the foreplay, taking full advantage of one another’s kinks. Somewhere along the way, they slipped under the bedsheets and went at it again.

Sherry Sthal was a sex-crazed nymph whose surname scared off most men on campus.

Manny was a horny young man who hadn’t met enough women who dared to enjoy sex as much as her.

Their relationship might not have been the most romantic or intimate. On many levels, it was downright risky, given the status of her grandfather. Even within such a rigid, uptight environment, they’d found each other. They made it work. Moreover, they made damn sure they enjoyed it to the utmost.