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A new Virgin Heat story — “The Professor Forced Me”

Hello out there! I’ve got a brand new spectacularly sexy story for you today, “The Professor Forced Me.” This hot little number is the third in the “Virgin Heat” series I’ve been working on, which also includes the aptly named “The Quarterback Forced Me” and “The Rock Star Forced Me.”

This story features all kinds of hot action you’d come to expect from reading the others, including a beautiful girl just a little too much out of her depth when it comes to dealing with alpha males. This new story, available on Kindle Unlimited, also features hot breeding/impregnation, creampies, threesomes, bisexual babes, bdsm, rough sex, and so much more!

So, if you’re in the mood for some down-and-dirty erotic smut featuring an indomitable alpha male, check out “The Professor Forced Me” today!


Here’s the Official Blurb:

Saying “no” wasn’t an option.

The lusciously beautiful Jeanine is the model of a young citizen woman. She does everything right—she studies hard for tests, never lets guys get past first base, and is determined to prove that women are just as good as men. But the studly Professor Roch doesn’t see it that way—he knows women are beneath men, and especially beneath him. 

His attitude would be frustrating enough, but he’s got a body that makes Jeanine’s panties melt with desire. He oozes raw, brutal sexuality that makes her legs ache to slide open so he can knock her up for the rest of her life. 

Girls almost never pass his class, and if they do, it’s never with a good grade. During a heated one-on-one with her bastard professor, it becomes clear that the only way Jeanine will keep her straight-A scholarship is by serving Roch every way that he wants—erotically, on her knees, with a head and throat stuffed full of his throbbing meat. 

And that’s only where it begins. Because Roch takes “model citizen women” and turns them into his good girls. Soon, Jeanine will only be good for serving, sucking, and delighting Roch, providing him with heirs from his unprotected seed into her fertile virgin body…whether she likes it or not.



Sometimes I imagine myself wearing nothing but bright white lingerie and yellow latex gloves, walking from one of the house to the other in tall, expensive fuck-me heels. He’s paid for everything because he pays for everything. It’s that simple. I don’t own a single piece of clothing that doesn’t turn him on, that isn’t in fact really his because his bankrolling of my stupid insignificant life is that complete.

I’m just three holes and a pulse to him, and that’s how it should be. That’s the proper arrangement between man and woman.

He loves my cunt the best though. That’s how he gets me pregnant and that’s what I moan to him at night when we’re in bed and I want to get him hard as quickly as possible. I moan to him, “Please baby. I need a baby from my baby. I need it so bad.”

My vocabulary is all fucked up. Limited. Restricted. I haven’t seen anyone but him in real life in months. The television will only play soap operas and daytime talk shows when he’s not at home. All his books stay at work. He doesn’t even let me have a smart phone. What do I need a phone for? If the house burned down, he’d just buy another house. And another wife. He’s hot and he’s got a massive cock. What the fuck does he need me to be safe for? If I die, it would be my own stupid fault.

He never raises his hand in anger to me. But if he does, I would sit and bear it. I know it would be my fault. It’s always the woman’s fault. If her man is angry, then his dick isn’t being sucked enough. It’s that simple. All I would have to do to prevent myself from being slapped around or roughhoused would be to treat him better, to be a better bitch for him. Good girls are made to serve, not to question.

I fantasize about this constantly. About being his wife. His trapped, transformed, trophy wife. I fantasize about wearing lingerie for him while I clean. I fantasize about him waking up horny in the middle of a Sunday afternoon after a long nap resulting from an even longer breeding session where he pumped my fertile womb full of his impregnating seed for about four hours straight.

He can do that, you know. He’s basically a god…

My Professor Forced Me