Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Thanks,” she said, but it was weak. Vulnerable.

I stared across the table at her, surprised to see how much my words had touched her. I wondered, genuinely, whether anyone had ever shown they truly believed in her.

“I mean it,” I told her. “You’ll go on to great things. You’re a great girl who needs to realise it for yourself. The assholes at college don’t have a fucking clue what they’re talking about.”

I was surprised when she wiped a tear away, trying her best to hide it.

“What?” I pushed. “What is it?”

“I just…” She sighed. “I just wonder what would have happened if you’d have been here sooner… if maybe I wouldn’t have been such a slut.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I sat back in my chair. “You think being a slut is a sign of failure?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No. Being a bossy cow who is rude and snarky and won’t let people care about her is what your problem has been. Not the fact you enjoy cock.”

That made her laugh through her tears.

“Yeah, well, thanks for your insight, Daddy. At least you’re giving me one cock to enjoy more than eighty others.”

The glint in her eyes was back. Filthy and wanting, despite her tears and vulnerability. It was an absolutely gorgeous combination.

“Come here,” I said. “Let Daddy give you what you need.”

I hoisted her up onto the table when she reached my side, hitching up her skirt to show her panties. I tugged them aside, adoring how wet she was. Her pussy was definitely ready for me, she bucked against my thumb as soon as I pressed it to her clit.

“Have you been thinking about me?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I said, and worked three fingers inside her.

My sweet little baby was ready to come for me in no time, grinding herself against my hand like a dream. She was a treasure to watch as she leant back and spread her legs wider, letting me take what I wanted.

I wanted her pussy around my dick.

I lowered my pants and thrust inside her in one.

“Good girl,” I whispered, and she liked that. It made her squirm. “That feels nice to hear, doesn’t it? Being told what a good little girl you are.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s got a present for your hungry pussy,” I told her, and pushed a finger inside her along with my cock.

She moaned but didn’t protest, spreading her legs even wider.

“Want more from Daddy?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yes, please.”

I forced another finger inside her. Two in her pussy along with my dick. Fuck, it made her so damn tight.

“Is this a fantasy in your diary? Having your cunt stretched nice and wide?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered, and I kissed her. I kissed my stepdaughter like she was my baby girl and my horny slut, both at once. Hot and wet, gentle and loving, in a weird combination.

It felt really fucking good.

She came, but I didn’t. She was panting as I pulled free, but I was still hard.

“Daddy’s turn,” I said, and slapped her thigh, ordering her onto her front for me.

I fucked that girl for hours, her ass and pussy eager for whatever I was giving her. Every word of praise I offered lit her up in a golden glow, making my heart thump along with my cock.

Maybe Aimee could really be a good little angel. Maybe she’d been hiding behind a veneer of bitch her whole life, because she just didn’t know any better.

I was sure planning on finding out.

I let her stay in my bed that night, and she curled up close beside me.

“No nightmares for you tonight,” I whispered, stroking my fingers up her arm.

“I hope not,” she said.

“I know not,” I told her, and kissed her forehead.

I’d enter her dreams myself to rescue her if I needed to.

Work was a shitter, like usual, over the next few days. I hated every second of condescending crap they threw at me, but today had been particularly difficult hauled into meetings all afternoon where they debated my worth.

I took it out on my stepdaughter the moment I got home, but not in the bitter way I’d pummelled sluts before. This was different. We were different.

My angel was getting to know me well, just like I was getting to know her.

Aimee slurped on my cock like a good little girl, staring up at me with big blue eyes. I forced myself deep into her throat, holding her head tight until she gagged and retched, jerking in my grip. I was high on aggravation. Pissed off with life, the world and everyone in it. She was the recipient of my frustration, and an eager one at that.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groaned. “Love Daddy’s cock like he needs you to.”

Her head bobbed with renewed effort, eyes glinting with heat as she stared up at me.

Four days of hot stepdaughter pussy and I was already a wreck. She was an addiction, invading every waking thought. The floodgates had truly opened, months of forbidden lust spilling out like an oil slick, coating my whole fucking world. I was listless at work without the deep fear of dread, not caring shit for office politics and all the usual bullshit. I’d also been ignoring the estate agent’s calls. Completion of sale, I figured, on my piddly last apartment. The last part of me.

I yanked the chain around Aimee’s neck, breaking the contact.

“Stand for me,” I said. “Give Daddy a twirl.”

She did as commanded, ever more the obedient subject. Her babydoll dress kissed the tops of her thighs, veiling the smooth little slit I craved so badly. I stopped her mid-twirl, lifting the lace to admire her smooth backside. I gave her a healthy slap, craving the bloom on her skin.

“Yes, Daddy…” she purred.

The girl was insatiable, just like me.

“Bend, baby, let me fill you up.”

She folded at the waist, gripping her ankles to hold herself in position. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, breathing in the heady scent of her. I teased her hot little pussy with my tongue, only stopping to suck her soft rosy lips between my teeth. “Come for Daddy,” I murmured.

My instruction was so beautiful in its simplicity. Come for me, just like that. I felt her shift her weight, relaxing into the privilege. God, how I buried my face in that cunt like she was my only salvation. Maybe she was.

I felt the sudden urge to confess all. Cough up my woes to my dirty angel and tell her what a loser Daddy really was.

Hey, baby, Daddy used to be a big shot. He used to have ten houses and a Porsche. Daddy used to have a villa in Spain and a sailboat off the Devon coast. He used to fuck a different woman every night and only drink champagne from tight, young pussy.

That’s who Daddy was. Until Daddy lost it all in the financial crash.

Until Daddy tried to save his fortune by online gambling.

Until Daddy became an alcoholic loser. Playing online poker in company time.

Daddy was almost bankrupt. Almost homeless. Almost unemployed.

Until Louise Rowley.

“Daddy?” Aimee wheezed. “What’s up with you?”

“What?” I grunted.

She stared back at me, eyebrows high. “You stopped.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And?”

She turned away. “Sorry, I just… never mind.”

I slapped her ass again, harder this time. “Don’t question me.”

“Sorry…” she breathed. “You just told me to come for you, and then stopped two minutes later. Is it some weird test or something?”

I jabbed my thumb in her asshole, steering her away from my inconsistency. “I want your dirty little hole around my cock, Aimee, understand?”

I slumped back in the armchair, working my dick as she positioned herself over me. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” she giggled.

She impaled herself with brutal determination, gasping as my cock spread her wide. Her face was a picture, teeth gritted hard in concentration, eyes closed tight as she adjusted to the intrusion. I twisted my fingers in the ring on her collar, pulling her forward enough to plant a hot wet kiss on her open mouth. I bucked underneath her, bouncing her easily on my hips until I was buried all the way inside. She groaned into my mouth, begging for more. Harder, Daddy, harder. Dirty bitch.

“Finger your pussy,” I said. “Deep.”

She pushed one skinny little finger inside herself, hesitating far too long before taking another.

“Three,” I said. “Take three and I’ll let you ride another cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Two big cocks in your tight little holes.”

Yeah, we’d been talking about it running through the fantasies in her diary.

Clearly, she did want two big cocks in her tight little holes. It was littered right the way through the pages, and her face lit up at the thought. She fucked herself like a trooper, grimacing for just a second as she forced her three fingers all the way in. I loved seeing her that way. Loved seeing her exposed and filthy, free in her darkness.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“It hurts,” she hissed. “Good hurt.”

I could feel myself veering off the rails, heading for the cliff of self-destruction. She was all that was left, my final toy, my only remaining indulgence.

The only sound between us was the slap of her thighs against mine. I twisted her sweet little tit in my hand, gripping her hard. She threw her head back, rolling into my attack. “Fucking hell…” she moaned. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come so hard.”

Aimee was a wreck. A bucking, wheezing, twitching wreck, jerking around on my cock like a fish on a line. I exploded along with her, shooting my load all the way inside her filthy little ass.

She caught her breath, moaning as she raised herself from my cock. “Ow,” she cried. “Fucking ow!”