Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

Her eyes met mine, full of questions. The questions that kept on coming.

“What will happen to us, Kyle, once mother gets home? You are married to her.”

I could see she was getting nervous, and that was growing worse and worse every day. I knew why, and I was feeling it, too.

Too invested to stop.

Too in love to stop.

“I’m well aware that I’m married to her,” I said, flashing my wedding band, feeling another bout of frustration at the memory of a beach marriage worth sweet fuck all except for the girl sitting on top of me. She was worth a whole lot more than that.

Aimee pushed it further today.

“What you gonna do? Wait til she comes home and say what? Hey, honey, good trip? I’ve been fucking your daughter all the time you’ve been gone, how about a divorce?”

I pulled her into my arms, peppering her forehead with soft, wet kisses. “Leave it to me,” I said. “Daddy knows best.”

I just knew she was rolling her eyes.

I felt bad lying to Aimee, but I’d made a promise. A sworn-to-secrecy promise I had no intention of breaking.

I’d never intended to go down the love road, but I could feel it brewing beneath my skin. I’d never intended to go down the stepdaughter-sex road either, in fairness, but the love road was a whole leap further. Isn’t life fucking bizarre? One minute you’re at each other’s throats and the next you’re cosying up for meals-for-two. They say love and hate are a hair’s breadth apart. I guess they aren’t kidding.

She’d slept in my bed that night, and every night since. I’d fallen asleep with her soft curls in my face, the scent of her all around me. That had never been the plan either. We were off plotted terrain, stalking out in the wilderness.

I was about to take it a whole lot further. I was about to give her the fantasy she’d been dreaming of. One time now or never.

My phone buzzed on my desk at work.

I knew who it was.

Message from Daddy’s girl.

Are you serious?

I’d left the note in her college bag, knowing full well she’d find it bright and early.

Deadly.

I sent my reply and waited for the ping. It arrived in seconds.

I don’t even know if he’ll come. I don’t know if he’ll want to.

I smiled as I keyed in my response.

I’m sure you’ll tempt him.

Another ping.

I don’t know if I can.

I could see Steve the HR asshole heading my way again, leaving me just enough time to fire off my final message.

I have utmost faith in you, sweetheart.

I let myself into the house quietly, listening for signs of success. A pair of brogues in the porch told me all I needed to know. She was such a good girl.From NôvelDrama.Org.

I crept up the stairs, taking care not to make my presence known. Not yet.

I pressed my ear up against her bedroom door, and sure enough I could hear her soft groans. The groans I’d come to crave so fucking badly.

My phone was tight in my hand, camera ready at my fingertips.

The look of surprise on Mikey-boy’s face was priceless when I burst inside. I snapped several decent pictures before he’d had chance to register what was happening. Aimee smiled pretty for the camera, making damn sure his cock was inside her in every shot.

“Surprise! You’re on candid camera!” I laughed. “Poor little Imogen. I don’t think she’s going to be a happy bunny when she sees these little beauties.”

“What the fuck?!” Mikey boomed. “What the fuck’s this shit?”

“Cheaters never prosper,” I smiled. “Never. Especially not when they end up plastered across social media.”

He pushed Aimee to the side, reaching for his jeans. “You set me up, didn’t you? You got me here on purpose.”

“Sorry,” she said, then pointed at me. “Daddy made me do it.”

“This is fucked up,” he snapped. “Really fucked up. What do you want from me?”

I sat down on the bed beside them both, loving the way he recoiled. “Funny you should ask,” I smiled. “Cock is what I want.”

His expression was full of disgust. “You want my dick? I don’t swing that way, man.”

“I don’t want your dick for me,” I said. “I want it for her.”

He pulled his shirt over his head. “She’s already had my cock. You’ve got the pictures on your fucking phone to prove it.”

“Mikey,” I said. “It is Mikey, right?”

“Mike, yeah,” he said, suspiciously.

“Ok, Mike. My beautiful stepdaughter isn’t like other girls. She needs a bit more…” Aimee’s eyes were on fire, full of adoration. “Have you ever had a threesome, Mike? Two guys, one girl?”

“I’m not like that,” he snapped. “I don’t do guys.”

“Neither am I,” I said. “But I tell you one thing, Mike. There isn’t much that feels better than a girl spread wide, riding two cocks at once. Look at her.” I gestured to Aimee. “She’s so ripe for it. Don’t tell me you aren’t tempted? Which do you want? Pussy or asshole? Take your pick.”

He scowled, but shifted, looking from me to Aimee and back again. “This is fucked up. Aren’t you her dad or some shit?”

“Stepdad,” I said. “For what it counts. It works for us, it can work for you, I’m sure.”

“And you’re up for this, are you?” he asked Aimee. “Is this why you brought me here?”

She nodded, fixing him in her most alluring smile. “Come on, Mikey. It can be our secret. We’re good with secrets.”

“No shit.”

Slowly she moved, stalking like a cat until she was on him, freeing his cock from his jeans. “You’re hard,” she grinned. “I knew you would be.”

Her hand worked its magic, and his own cock betrayed him. Story of every man’s life. “Fuck,” he groaned. “What’s the deal? If I go along with this, you’ll delete those pictures?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “That can be another little secret.”

Mike seemed to relax, slumping back against the headboard as Aimee made herself comfortable on his lap. She ground against him like a lap dancer, shooting me a pretty smile over her shoulder. “I’m not into guys,” he groaned. “I mean it.”

“Touch her,” I said. “Forget I’m even here.”

The envy in me was divine. It coursed through my spine as I watched Aimee at play with another man. She was a siren, snaring him so perfectly that he never stood a chance. Sweet Jesus. I watched her intently, savouring every gasp of pleasure, every twitch of her perfect body. When Mikey was in his stride, his face buried deep between her thighs, I made my move. He shot me a look but didn’t object as I took my place beside her. I’d done this before, more times that I cared to count, but not when it mattered.

Today it mattered.

Today it was all about Aimee.

For all the jibes I’d made at his expense, the guy did ok. He was half decent with his tongue, enthusiastic enough to bring her to her peak with a little fumbling. A firm pinch of her nipples toppled her over, and she juddered between us, a beautiful flower unfurling in her splendour.

I stroked my knuckles along her cheekbone, smiling down on the girl who’d possessed me. “You ready for this?” I whispered.

Her smile told me all I needed to know.

Mikey gawped at the pair of us, awkward and stilted. “Relax,” I said. “You’ll take her pussy, I’m sure you can manage that.”

“I dunno about this,” he muttered, but already he was leaning back into position, easing her up onto him. Aimee was on his cock in a heartbeat, finding her groove as she circled her hips in fluid motion. I watched the tension in her shoulders, the beautiful curve of her spine.

She jumped when I placed a hand on her back, guiding her forward to lay on Mikey’s chest. She shuddered as I ran a finger down the tight groove of her ass, moaning as I eased my thumb inside, working her wide.

I positioned myself, the hard slap of Mikey’s balls against mine adding to my excitement. He was too horny to notice, and far, far too horny to have cared. My mouth was at her ear, breath hot on her skin.

“Ready, baby?” I whispered.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Take me.”

She was tight. Really, really fucking tight. It hurt her, I know. It always hurts first time. Her grunts were wild, shoulders hunched as I worked my way into her tight little ass. I could feel the ridge of Mikey’s cock against mine, so fucking good.

“Shit,” he groaned. “That’s fucking epic.”

“Harder,” I said. “Fuck her, Mike, show her what we’ve got.”

Mikey surprised me, more of a man than I took him for. He pulled her flat to his chest, slamming his cock deep and using her shoulders as leverage. “You like this, huh?” he barked. “Like two cocks in you?”

“Yes!” she squealed. “Fuck me, Mikey! Fucking fuck me!”

We pounded her in a harmony of sweat and grunts, giving her everything we had to give, and she took it all like a good little slut. Her ass was like a vice, milking me hard, but I kept my cool, kept ploughing her until she was a quivering wreck, jerking between us and mewling nothing but filth.

“I’m gonna fucking shoot,” Mikey wheezed. “Get off me, Aimee, I’m gonna fucking blow.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Just come, Mikey, fill me up.”

White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. Envy, and ego, and dirty fucking lust erupting in a fountain of filth. I shot my load with him, filling her tight little ass with everything I had to give her. Fuck.

She twitched and collapsed, out of breath. I pulled out, dick spent, leaving her gaping raw. Beautiful.

Mikey was up in a flash, senses restored. He pulled on his clothes and grumbled incoherently. I smiled as he hovered by the door, not quite willing to go.