Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I take her face in my hands. Her eyes are watery and she has this dazed smile across her face. When I first invited her over, I told myself just a hand job, nothing more. When I saw those red lips, I shrugged and thought, okay, blow job, but that’s it. Nothing else. Now I don’t think I can stop. And judging by the look on her face, I don’t think she can either.

I push my lips to hers, kissing her long and deep. Hands running along her body, down her smooth curves, I grab handfuls of that plump little ass, kneading at the soft flesh. My fingers inch beneath her dress until I’m touching satin skin. She’s wearing a thong. I move the string to the side and slip my finger between her wet folds. I’m not talking about damp here. Not just a bit of moisture. I’m talking Niagara Falls, Slip ‘n Slide, Hurricane Georgia wet. Clearly I’m having the same effect on her that she’s having on me.

She lets out a long moan as I start to rub the delicate skin around the hard ball of her clit.

“Tell me what you want,” I say.

“I want you.”

Again I say, “Tell me what you want from me.”

She looks at my eyes and swallows hard. “I want . . .” Her words trail off like she’s embarrassed to say what she wants.

“Tell me, or this night is over and I walk away,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen and there’s a spark of surprise in them. I start to pull my hand away from her clit, but she grabs it, holding it in place. “Tell me,” I demand.

“I want you to fuck me.” Her words are barely a whisper, and her face turns a deep shade of red.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I fight the urge to smile. It’s so damn adorable how shy she is. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Her lips pinch together and she takes a deep breath, eyes steady and determined. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

This time I do smile. I can’t help it.

I dig my fingers in deeper. Damn. I’m still mesmerized by how wet she is. I’ve never had a girl this wet for me before. I bury my face into her neck as she starts to hump my hand and beg for me not to stop. The horny cooing sounds she makes sends me into a frenzy.

Stepping out of my jeans and boxers, I pull her up out of her chair and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. The heat from between her legs cradles my cock and gets my balls stirring again. Her mouth presses against mine in a heated kiss, our tongues twisting and writhing around each other.

“I want you so much,” she says as we break our kiss.

I carry her over to the island in the kitchen, slapping away towels and forks in my way to make room. They clamor against the floor as I lift her on top of the granite slab. Her dress is around her waist, panties still on, but moved to the side. I want to see everything, so I yank them off. She sits up so I can reach behind her and unzip the dress. The straps slide down her shoulders. Her bra matches her red lace panties. I reach behind again and unclasp her bra, tossing it to the side. With the top half of her completely naked, I take a moment to enjoy the view. She has beautiful breasts, small but full, and pink nipples standing at attention. I take one in my mouth and slide my tongue against the hard tip, going back and forth between sucking and nibbling.

She leans her head back, moaning as my mouth fully engulfs the breast and I begin to gently suckle. I do the same to the other after several minutes. I could play with her breasts alone all night, but my dick demands more.

“I need to be inside that wet pussy,” I tell her.

It’s like my words are the secret passage to unlocking her playhouse. Her legs open for me, and I feel the warmth radiating from between them without even touching her.

“It’s all yours,” she says, in a sultry voice, biting her bottom lip.

As much as I want to rip the clothes right off of her, I take my time sliding her dress all the way off and unwrapping her like a gift. I pause to marvel at the treasure between her legs. There’s not a speck of pubic hair. Good. That way I can see everything. Her arousal has made her pussy swollen and a deep shade of pink. Only a sliver of her labia peeks out beneath the outer folds.

“Spread your legs wider,” I say.

Her legs open on command. She’s still wearing her heels and it’s a lovely sight.

It’s like the most delicate flower landed between her legs to form her pussy. It’s perfectly sculpted like a decoration on a cake. While the rest of her skin is matte, her little cunt glistens. A steady drip of her thin cream runs from her opening, down to her adorable little asshole. I’m almost afraid to touch her and ruin it. I’m definitely afraid to fuck her. I look at her tiny opening and then down at my monstrous cock, wondering how the hell that’s going to fit without splitting her wide open. I want her to enjoy this, not be uncomfortable. Seems like a good possibility I would hurt her if I tried entering her right now. Luckily there’s plenty of time to stretch her out before the main event.

I bend over, kissing the top of her smooth mons. She’s propped up on her elbows, lips slightly parted, watching me.

“You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. I want to fill you up with my cock,” I say, breathless.

She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue and gives me a mischievous grin.

I put a finger inside of her to see just how tight she really is. As expected, her opening clamps down on me like a vice, suctioning, holding on like it doesn’t want to let me go.

She rocks her hips as I move my finger in and out of her. “You’re so tight,” I tell her with a feral edge to my voice. “I can barely get a finger in there.”

Now for the taste test. I dive right in, running my tongue along the pink folds. She doesn’t have a strong scent; clean and sweet. And she tastes like whipped cream. As I lick circles around her clit, she sucks in a breath. “Oh, God,” she breathes.

Plunging my tongue into her opening, she cries out and starts to hump my face. I sit back, spread her open. Her pretty asshole needs attention too. With the tip of my tongue, I press against it and I’m met with resistance from the tight muscle.

“Oh, God!” she says again, screaming it this time.

I go back and forth, licking a trail between her cunt and ass, making sure each has its fair amount of attention. Then I put a second finger inside of her. This one goes in easier. Hooking my fingers, I feel the bumpy egg-shape of her G-spot and begin to rub. Her eyes open wide and she gives me this confused look as I massage, like she has no idea what the sensation is that she’s feeling. I wonder if anyone has ever touched her there before, and feel a sense of pride and ownership knowing I’m the first.

“What-” she starts to say, but then her eyes roll back in her head.

That’s when I try for a third finger. There’s some resistance, but I manage and she doesn’t complain. In fact, she seems to be loving it as she calls out my name. Hearing my name in her voice, the desperation, the yearning, I feel possessive. She’s mine. No one else can have her.

As I massage faster, she’s panting, “Oh, oh, oh,” her voice rising until she’s crying out, “Oh, fuck, yes!”

Suddenly her muscles clinch and clamp down on me, trapping my fingers inside of her, crushing them together until they’re overlapped. I wince as she contracts. Takes an entire minute before she relaxes enough for me to pull them out. When I do, a lava flow of her juices pour out with them spilling on the countertop.

She lays flat on her back against the granite slab, spent and breathing hard. Now that she’s loosened up, it’s time. I’ll give her a few minutes to come down, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.

“That was amazing,” she says. She sits up and reaches for my hand. I give it to her. She puts my fingers-the ones that were just inside her pussy-into her mouth and sucks them clean. “I want more.”

Holy shit, this girl is incredible. “Oh, you’re getting more.” I rub my raging hard cock against her leg. “A lot more.”

She giggles as I lift her off the island. I carry her to my room for round two.

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Georgia

I can’t believe this is the same man who stands in front of my class day in and day out, preaching from the periodic table. It’s like I’ve stepped into some alternate universe.

I’m draped over the side of the bed, face in a pillow, exposed and ready to receive him. His sheets have a masculine scent that I’m learning to associate with him. I take in a long, deep breath and hold it in my lungs, committing it to memory.

After my first mind-blowing orgasm, I’m ready for my next. He stands behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my ass cheeks. I’ve always been somewhat self-conscious. I was the girl at the pool who always wore the long T-shirt over my bathing suit, or the one hiding in the stall to change my clothes during PE. Having someone standing behind me, studying my backside, spreading my butt cheeks apart with the light on, is, well, let’s just say it’s out of my comfort zone. And yet, with Loche, I feel safe and secure, and more than a little turned on. All this attention on my body makes me feel special and sexy, and so I roll my hips to urge him on.