The Dara Nichols Series 1-8

by Marata Eros

  Jean-Pierre said, “It is your turn.”

  “I will wait until this one is through with her chatte,” Italian said.

  Dara wrapped her legs around the worker just as he gave a final thrust, pinning him to her and she came. All the delicious pulsating made her squirm and move underneath him.

  “Fuck! I can feel her pussy squeezing me!” Jimmy said from between her legs, laying on top of her and the one fucking her mouth said, “Ahhhh...” as he came in her mouth and Dara swallowed his cum, taking great greedy gulps.

  The worker that had fucked her mouth fell away, wiping a shaky hand over his sweating forehead. “That was a great fuck, and it was only her mouth!”

  Jimmy, still between Dara's legs said, “I liked dumping my load in her,” he said, shoving two fingers in her pussy. In and out the fingers fucked her and she moved her hips to meet his thrusting.

  “Look, she wants more, I'd give anything to have another hard-on and fuck her snatch again.”

  “I shall fuck her,” Italian said with a monster hard on, looking like an abusive pole swaying between his legs.

  Dara got wetter, moaning. This was going to feel so great. She was ready, filled with come and open for another fucking. She put her hips up in the air and Jean-Pierre surprised her by wiggling underneath her body.

  “Put cum on my dick so that I may fuck that ass that is so well-prepared from the toy.”

  Dara gasped when Italian drove three fingers into her wet hole, scooping out cum and rubbing it up and down the shaft of Jean-Pierre's cock, his engorged prick was already seeking entrance in her ass.

  Italian didn't wait but went to fucking Dara right away. Jean-Pierre used the motion of Italian to stuff the head of his blunt cock in her ass. As Italian abused her hole, stabbing his cock into her, he inadvertently drove Jean-Pierre's cock deeper into her ass. She was filled to capacity with both their cocks, her body pressed between them, her legs flopped to either side, their cocks pinned deep inside her body.

  When Georgio began to press the tip of his cock against her mouth, Dara opened for him and he slid his dick into her mouth.

  They pounded all three of her holes as she opened her legs as wide as she could, stabbing her stiletto heels into the plush carpeting of the elevator to keep herself stable.

  Dara felt a delicious pressure begin to build between her legs clenching her lower stomach muscles together she began to take breaths around Georgio's cock as he plunged it into her mouth, the four of them stiffening up together as their warm release sprayed inside of Dara. She jerked in response, her pussy and ass clamping down on the cocks buried inside her holes and the warm cum sliding down her throat to settle in her stomach with the rest.

  Georgio fell away from her mouth, landing on his ass beside her, tweaking one of her pink, ripe nipples as he did. They were stiff in the exposed air of the elevator.

  Italian rolled off the top of her and Jean-Pierre's cock fell away. Dara lay on the floor of the elevator and looked at the ceiling's reflection of her body. Blouse gone, cami around her waist, her breasts mounded and full, their nipples erect monuments to the men's attention. Her pussy was obscured by so much cum she couldn't make out the deep red hair that covered the top of her slit or the cleft hidden beneath the milky whiteness.

  Jean-Pierre sat her up and pulled her against his chest, her back pressed against him, her legs still spread.

  It was Italian that said, “Let me clean you, Dara.”

  Cupping her ass in both his hands he braced his elbows on the floor and pushed his face into her soaked core, licking the remnants of the other men's cum off her pussy. Her pussy responded by pulsing into his tongue as it lapped her clit and labia. He inserted a finger in her, thrusting his tongue into her folds and she cried out, her legs quivering in response to the talent he lavished on her pussy.

  “I've never seen a pussy so happy to be used as this one,” Jimmy said, watching Dara spread her legs like a slut for everything Italian could put into her hole; his fingers, his lips, his tongue...

  “Yeah, she can come to the thirteenth floor whenever she wants to!” Jimmy the- worker said.

  “I think she already has, gentleman,” Jean-Pierre said from behind Dara, both their bodies moving with Italian's thrusting fingers and busy tongue.

  “What?” Jimmy asked.

  “Come, gentleman.”

  Dara orgasmed into Italian's face, straining against Jean-Pierre's chest, her head thrown back and her legs open, her pussy shoved into his fingers and face.

  Georgio gave a masculine chuckle, “It is our first visit to America. We will not miss the symposium next year.”

  Dara looked into his eyes, the black of them a raw obsidian of sexual energy, “They'll have to count me out,” she said, her breathing coming in quick gasps.

  “Wherever will you be?” Jean-Pierre asked from behind her, his breath warm against her neck.

  “The thirteenth floor,” Dara responded just as Italian brought her to orgasm with a final flick of his tongue over her clit and a stab of his finger in her hole.

  She screamed her orgasm inside the elevator, the men watching her body shake and shatter with its pleasure. Some with their cocks in their hands, readying themselves for more fucking.

  She smiled, realizing she wasn't going to make the symposium after all; she was too busy on the thirteenth floor.

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  This is an erotic and fictitious story. Please practice safe sex in the real world.

  The Boardroom

  Volume 4

  Copyright 2011 Marata Eros

  Smashwords Edition

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  Edited by Hazel Novak

  CHAPTER 1

  Dara Nichols sat still, waiting for the other members of the professor's board to appear at the large, rectangular conference table. Per usual, she was earlier than everyone and checked her watch again.

  Like the Professor's Symposium last month, this was an official meeting that preceded the first day of class, attendance mandatory. Dara knew how to teach, she didn't need these stuffy meetings anymore.

  She drummed her fingers, remembering some of the fun of the symposium. She especially loved the attention in the elevator.

  Foreign and otherwise, a slow smile spread across her face.

  Tired of sitting, Dara pushed the chair back, strolling over to the windows in the ten story business building. Straight, stern and all-glass, the building's austere lines fit Dara's mood exactly. She didn't want to be here. Today was Friday and with class starting Monday she wanted her last weekend to be memorable. She put a palm on the wood casing that surrounded the window and gazed out.

  She could sure use a little attention about now. Pacing back and forth, she could feel her heels sinking slightly into the plush carpeting of the new conference room. Dara didn't understand why the location had been changed from last year's. She thought the forwarded reminder email had been a little off as well.

  It was muggy and Dara had worn her heels without stockings for once and noticed that the air conditioning was on frigid. Her nipples hardened through the deep purple halter-style blouse she had worn. Her flirty black skirt fluttered half-way up her thighs, swinging as she walked back and forth in front of the glass. She wished she'd brought a light jacket now that she was feeling the artificial chill inside the building.

  She sighed and as she was turning away from the view she heard voices coming down the hal
l.

  It was about time, she thought sullenly, images of getting out of the building and her weekend stretching before her foremost on her mind.

  The president of the university walked in and Dara immediately regretted her outfit choice. He was always on her about her wardrobe. Could she not wear open-toed sandals? Could she keep her hem at the knee? Did she have to wear such bold colors?

  Actually, yes.

  He was her age but had moved up a different ladder of progression than she; the administrative one.

  Following behind him were four of her students.

  Her stomach fell into her stiletto sandals. They were the students who had locked the door of her classroom last term and fucked her senseless. She thought she'd gotten away with the fun. But here they were with University President Craig Taylor.

  Shit.

  She tried for nonchalance and scanned the area behind them, looking for the other professors. Immediately on the heels of that thought, Dara realized something was up as students were generally not included in this meeting.

  She pretended innocence. Better to beg for mercy.

  Ryan approached her with Taylor. “Hello, Professor Nichols.”

  “Hello, Ryan,” Dara said carefully, her eyes ping-ponging between him and Taylor.

  Taylor got right to the point. “These male students of yours have told me a most alarming story. A story I am sure you can put to rest for us.”

  He fumbled with his tie, a most persistent habit she had noticed before.

  Dara's heart was racing inside her chest, what to say?

  “What have they told you, Craig?”

  “It's President Taylor in front of students, Ms. Nichols, as well you know.”

  Dara nodded. She opened her mouth to ask a question as the men closed in around her and she looked around like a trapped animal.

  “Ryan, Kevin, Jason and Sean have a most alarming account of sexual activity in which you were the starring participant. On school grounds, no less,” Taylor said, smug. His eyes traveled her body, taking in the inappropriate clothing

  Dara knew it, he was just dying to get her on something.

  She tried to defend her position, “I didn't ask for the attention, President Taylor,” Dara said, trying for wide-eyed innocent. “There were four of them and I felt I had to participate.” Her lower lip trembled, she felt less and less that she'd weasel out of this. Visions of losing her job danced like rotten plums in her head.

  “Tell you what, Ms. Nichols. I will let this go if you agree to some discipline.” Taylor said and Dara saw Kevin smile. A sudden image of his face above Dara as he fucked her filled her vision, and her palms grew damp thinking of the memory.

  Her pussy became moist. Her arousal mixed with the titillation of President Craig Taylor watching her get fucked. She hoped that was the brand of “discipline” he had in mind.

  “Boys,” he said.

  The men moved in and Jason sauntered over to the double doors, closing them quietly and sliding the bolt to lock both doors against entry.

  CHAPTER 2

  Sean turned around to face the group, bringing ropes out of his back pocket and said to Dara, “You've been a very bad teacher and we're going to make sure you learn your lesson.”

  Dara backed up until her butt hit the table behind her. Ryan grabbed her wrists from behind and began to knot them above her head and Dara struggled, she wasn't sure she wanted to be tied down. She flailed on the top of the conference table, her legs scissoring underneath her, excitement and fear a heady mix of anticipation.

  Suddenly Jason was there between her legs, pressing them apart and leaning his weight on her thighs. “Calm down, Professor Nichols. We just want some control over you for once. It's time for you to be taught now.” his blue eyes bored into hers, his read hair glinting in the light that slanted through the window.

  “Fuck it, hold her legs, I want to get my fingers back in that luscious pussy. It's been all I could think about this summer,” Sean said

  Dara started to squirm again and suddenly Sean was there, his fingers up her skirt, ripping aside the tiny g-sting as he stuffed two fingers up her hole...which was already embarrassingly wet. The thought of being used by them was too much and Dara moaned in pleasure, slowing her fighting to a sensual halt.

  Taylor gave a low chuckle as Sean finger-fucked her honeypot. “It's as wet and slutty as I remember,” Sean said, pumping his fingers in and out of her.

  Dara's breathing was starting to speed and Jason spread her legs further so Craig Taylor got a good view of her bare ass and pussy spread while Sean finger-fucked her hard.

  She squirmed and moved against Sean's hand. “Oh yeah...that feels so good.”

  Sean kept the exact rhythm that she liked, grunting, “Yeah, it does.”

  From her back Dara saw Taylor lick his lips, a nervous tic starting in his face. His attempts at restraint when he so obviously wished to touch her was not a pretty thing.

  “Boys, turn Professor Nichols over so we can teach her what happens to naughty teachers,” he said, his voice shaking.

  Dara thought he was liking the view, the sounds of her pussy rhythmically clenching the fingers that fucked her filling the artificially quiet room.

  Sean slid his fingers out of Dara and he and Jason turned her over while Ryan sat down on the conference table. Spreading his legs apart, he held her hog-tied hands, jerking her forward so her body came against the table's edge. He put her mouth on his ten-inch, monster cock and pushed her face down on it, her mouth salivating from the anticipation of taking all that hard length down.

  Ryan threw his head back moaning. “That's right, take it all in,” he gasped as he pushed Dara's mouth down his shaft, gagging her. She tried to struggle off his cock, but Taylor's face appeared in her peripheral vision.

  He wagged his finger back and forth. “No, Ms, Nichols, you will take him in your mouth, where he will come, and one of these other fine students will fuck you from behind while I give you the spanking you deserve for being naughty in class.”

  Dara's pussy became drenched, she didn’t know who would be fucking her because she was too busy trying to breathe and not gag around Ryan's cock. She felt her legs spread all the way and her skirt was thrown up over the top of her back, her parts bare to everyone.

  Dara hiked her ass up even higher so that entry by the mystery male would be easier. She could feel her own moisture making the inside of her thighs slick, her opening throbbing for penetration.

  A thick shaft bumped her opening and she groaned with anticipation as it slowly entered her and Ryan picked up his rhythm, bashing her face to the base of his cock and Dara began choking just as the whole length of one of the other men's cocks shoved all the way into her.

  She let a muffled scream tear out of her constricted throat. She felt so full, so good that there was no other outlet, two shafts spearing her mouth and pussy simultaneously.

  Ryan forced her head down and with a shout, came into her mouth and Dara swallowed most of it, spluttering and choking on the cum out in her mouth.

  Suddenly, a stinging slap was delivered to her ass and she flinched while simultaneously raising her ass up for another swat. Her pussy became drenched and the cock that drove into her fucked her harder, her hips and stinging ass rising to meet his thrusts even as she licked the cum off around her mouth.

  “Ooh, she likes that!” she heard Kevin say as he rounded the table and traded places with Ryan.

  “You were paddled because you didn't swallow all his cum, Ms. Nichols. You will be punished more if you don't swallow everything. Every last drop. Are we clear?”

  Dara nodded, loving being told what to do, her breasts grazing the table from the movement of her getting pounded from behind as Kevin shoved his cock in her mouth and whoever had been fucking her came in her pussy. The final thrust brought Dara to orgasm in a pulsating wave.

  Taylor slapped her butt again as someone shoved a finger in her ass and she came again. Her body buck
ed against the cock in her mouth, the one in her hole and the digit in her ass. She screamed her orgasm around Kevin's cock.

  “Ah...” the man yelled. “The whole load is up there now.” He stepped away moving behind Kevin, and Dara saw his face look at her on every upstroke.

  He was waiting his turn. It was Jason. Jason had fucked her pussy and made her come.

  Taylor had slapped her ass anyway, even though she'd followed the rules. It had felt so good to have a tight swat when she was getting rammed by cock.

  “Boys, spread her out on the table like the naughty teacher she is,” Taylor said.

  “Not yet,” Kevin breathed out, fucking her mouth as fast as he could. “She needs to swallow my load first!” he yelled, slamming her head down, his hand twined in her head like a handle and she gulped the salty goodness down as he moved in her mouth, groaning as it slid down her throat.

  “She's a very greedy girl,” Taylor said, licking his lips. “Spread her, that's right, get her legs all the way to the sides of the table.”

  Kevin hauled her up on the table and flipped her over. Ryan was between her legs, spreading them, his cock hanging between them as he readied himself to penetrate.

  “No,” Taylor said and Ryan frowned, looking at him.

  “It's time for me to discipline Ms. Nichols.”

  Dara had thought Taylor would watch. She began to squirm, her tied hands buried in Kevin's grip.

  “Each of you take a limb and let me teach her how bad of a girl she's been.” He smiled at Dara and she pulled against their hold.

  President Taylor whispered, “I've been wanting to fuck your slutty pussy the minute you walked through our doors. Now you can't say anything about me fucking you without admitting to screwing all of them.” His palm swept out to encompass all the men with their cocks in their hands; doing a slow jack-off. “Is that not so? Tell me you want me to ram your hole, Ms. Nichols and I won't mention this unfortunate episode with your students. Say it.”