Forced Series Box Set (Forced 1-5)

He let out a long breath and leaned back against the couch. He stroked down my back lazily. “Really, Serena? If you wanted a divorce all you had to do was ask.”

She paused the video.

“No, keep playing it. I love it. I’m kind of glad it’s recorded.”

She resumed the video, my muffled cries of pleasure ricocheting around the posh room. Mrs. Stevens also leaned back and placed a hand on my waist. I was the only link between them.

“It’s not just a divorce, Nick. I want three quarters of the estate. You should have given me half when we married. But you were being a total hardass because of your mother. This video will ensure I get at least half, if not more.”

“This is about money?” Professor Stevens yanked my hair so that I had to lean back and settle in between them.

I cried out from the sting but Professor Stevens shushed me by putting his index finger in my mouth.

“Suck it, Ms. Finnegan.”

I obeyed.

“Yes and freedom, Nick. I want to be able to fuck as I please. You already do. And, if I’m being honest, I already do.” Mrs. Stevens pulled the strap of my tank top down and leaned over to suck my nipple.

Professor Stevens mirrored her movements, taking my right breast in his mouth, both of them feasting on my tits. I moaned around Professor Stevens’ finger. I was already a slave to the sensations they brought out in me.

“You should have told me before.” He nuzzled my breast, removed his finger from my mouth, and reached down to pull up my skirt.

“What good would that have done? Your mother died six months ago and you haven’t changed a goddamn thing.” Mrs. Stevens leaned over me and slanted her mouth over mine. Her curious tongue darted in as she tangled a hand in my hair and pulled.

The sofa shifted next to me. Then I felt Professor Stevens between my thighs, his large hands spreading them apart.

“Actually, I have.” I felt his breath on my pussy and I moaned into Mrs. Stevens’ mouth.

She came up for air. “What have you changed?”

He licked up my pussy, his tongue somehow hotter than I was. I wriggled as he kissed and sucked. Mrs. Stevens pushed me sideways so I lay on the couch.

Professor Stevens growled as she moved down my body and began licking where he was only moments ago. He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop and kicking them away. Then he climbed onto my chest, his legs pinning my arms to my sides. His cock waved in front of my face before he pushed it between my lips. I took it in, wanting to swallow all of it. Mrs. Stevens took over my clit and played it like an instrument.

“A month ago I got with the attorneys and – mmm, that’s it Ms. Finnegan – put half in your name, just as it always should have been.”

He reached down and gripped my hair hard as he fucked my mouth. Mrs. Stevens stopped licking me and I whimpered around Professor Stevens’ cock.

“Greedy girl,” she scolded and pushed her fingers inside, massaging me as she spoke. “Are you being serious Nick?”

“Yes. It’s all been done. I can show you the papers once I’m done with Ms. Finnegan.”

I moaned at his words and ran my tongue along his shaft. Mrs. Stevens returned to my pussy, her hot mouth glued to my sensitive clit. My hips rose up to meet her mouth as she tongued me. I swallowed Professor Stevens’ head, squeezing him with my throat.

“Fuck, Ms. Finnegan.” He pistoned harder, making my head push back into the leather.

My hips began to jerk erratically as my pussy tensed.

“Come for me, baby girl,” Mrs. Stevens purred and seized on my clit again. A scream rose in my throat as I came but it was doused by Professor Stevens’ hot load shooting into my mouth and down my throat. He rammed his cock home as he yelled out his pleasure. I swallowed every bit of it and wanted more. When he removed his cock I followed it with my head, unwilling to relinquish it.

“She certainly is a greedy girl,” he said.

He and Mrs. Stevens crawled off me and embraced.

“Do you promise, Nick?”

“I promise. And I know it’s been hard, but we don’t have to divorce. We can share Ms. Finnegan.”

I sat up.

“Would you let us share you, Zoey?” Mrs. Stevens asked, her catlike eyes roving over my naked form.

Professor Stevens unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop, revealing the muscles along his chest, his abs. He was stripped bare and began unzipping Mrs. Stevens’ dress.

From over Mrs. Stevens’ shoulder, his gaze focused on me. “Yes, Ms. Finnegan. Let us share you.”

Mrs. Stevens’ dress hit the floor revealing pert, dusky nipples and a perfectly trimmed triangle of dark hair at her pussy.