Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

The beautiful blonde tosses her head back and laughs with delight.

“Oh Brant, you don’t have to worry. I’m youthful, but I’m not that young. I’m twenty-two, so you’re in the clear.”

I exhale with relief, not even realizing that I’d been holding my breath.

“Good,” I grunt. “That’s great. Twenty-two is an amazing age, in fact, because you’re old enough so that I can fuck you hard, but young enough so that you’re flexible and can take it.”

Petunia giggles again, not at all offended by my words.

“Do you always talk like this to women you’re dating?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Dirty, you mean? Fuck yeah, and especially if I’m with a beautiful woman whom I want to fuck. And I absolutely want to fuck you, Petunia. There’s no doubt about that.”

She laughs lightly again, but her blue eyes shutter a bit. That’s strange. What would make her close up? Did the filth spewing from my mouth get to her? But then she throws me a saucy look.

“So you like them young, hmm? Have you ever dated an older woman?” she asks in a light tone.

I shrug.

“I get around. I can’t say that I have that much of an age preference though. Hot pussy is hot pussy, although of course, women who haven’t had kids have tighter twats.”

Petunia rolls her eyes.

“That’s just an urban myth and you know it! Women’s bodies are like elastic bands that stretch for childbirth before snapping back in place with proper diet and exercise. But still, Brant. You’ve never dated an older woman?” she probes.

I shrug.

“I’ve dated older than you, of course. But a lot older? No. I generally prefer them to be on the right side of thirty. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’ve exclusively dated younger women, but who wants a wrinkled old hag when you can get a sweet nymph with a tight snatch and big breasts?”

Petunia goes still and shoots me an unreadable glance, the skin around her eyes going taut.

“What is it?” I growl. “You’ve got eight years until thirty, so you’re nowhere near that cliff.”

The blonde girl is unmoving for a moment while staring at a fleck on the counter, and I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. But then she looks up and is all smiles.

“Yes, I know,” she says in a light tone. “Eight years is a long time, isn’t it? Well, it’s good to know I’m still dateable per se.”

“You’re very dateable,” I rasp. “That can’t be news to you, sweetheart. You must have guys falling at your feet everywhere you go.”

Petunia merely shrugs a bit while avoiding my gaze.

“Maybe,” she says in a light tone. “Maybe not.”

That makes me pause because she’s being shifty. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can sense it because this woman must have guys dying to get in her pants, and yet she won’t admit it. Maybe I said something? Maybe she’s modest? I have no idea.

Still, Petunia seems to be probing for something and she shoots me another unreadable look from across the kitchen island.

“So do you generally date a lot of women?” she asks in an arch tone. “Or am I the only one?”

I pause for a moment.

“Sweetheart, we just met yesterday. What is this: the Inquisition?”

She cocks her head to one side, her gaze even.

“Well, yes, a little bit. I think I have a right to know about the sexual habits of my partner, don’t you think? Safety and all that.”

I blow out a breath.

“Okay, then I’ll be straight with you: I’m not dating anyone at the moment, except you. There, happy? It’s all out in the open now.”

Petunia bites her lip, averting her eyes and I wonder what I’ve said again. Is it possible that I’m reading this situation all wrong? But my answer should be the right one. After all, I just declared that she’s the only woman on the horizon.

Yet her signals blow hot and cold and I shake my head with confusion. What the fuck is going on? Why are women so confounding in general? I’m a guy with a lot of experience, and yet there’s something about this blonde filly that has me going in circles. I mean, what else should I be saying? Would it be better for me to state that actually, she’s one of ten women that I’m fucking at the moment, and that I’m recruiting her for my harem? Goddamn.

But Petunia’s decided to move on, it seems. She nods, sitting a little too still, but then the blonde woman looks up, her expression calm.

“Okay, yes, that’s a fair answer, I suppose.”

I shoot her a meaningful look.

“What would be fair, honey, is if you shared your sexual history with me. Tit for tat, after all.”

The blonde nods in a calm fashion.

“Of course, and I’m happy to do so. I haven’t been with anyone but you, Brant, for a while now.”

I nod.

“Good. I’m glad. And you won’t be with anyone while we’re together, and neither will I. I can handle a lot of things, but I don’t like to share. No one else goes into your curvy body while I’m fucking it.”

Petunia blushes but nods quickly.

“Of course, Brant. I wouldn’t dream of it. And the same goes for you too.”

I nod seriously.

“I won’t be touching another woman while I’m with you, Petunia. You can count on it. I can’t even think of another woman that I’d want to fuck at this moment, sweetheart, because you’re so raunchy and gorgeous in all the right ways. Now, all this is making me horny so I’d like to stop with the talking, if you don’t mind? I’d like to fuck you right here because this conversation has dragged on too long already, and I want into your sweet holes.”

Petunia flushes but she doesn’t hesitate at all. Instead, she slides immediately to her knees on the ground in front of me, keeping her head bowed.

“Of course, Daddy. Whatever you like.”

I reach one big hand to cup her chin, lifting that pretty face so that our eyes meet.

“I was serious, honey. You don’t fuck other men while we’re together, and I won’t fuck other women either. You belong to me.”

She nods, her blue eyes wide and innocent as they gaze into mine.

“Yes, Daddy. I wouldn’t dream of letting another man touch me.”

That’s all I need to hear. Within seconds, I’ve got my cock out and Petunia doesn’t hesitate. She leans forward and sucks it deep into her plush pink pout, choking a bit from my massive girth.

“Mmph!” she cries, her cheeks bulging with man meat. “Mmmph mmph!”

But of course, there’s nowhere for her to go. Instead, I run my fingers through her curly blonde locks, gently massaging her scalp before moving her head back and forth as I facefuck that beautiful mouth.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re doing great.”

Saliva’s running down Petunia’s chin now, and her eyes water from the giant monster bulging at her cheeks. Yet, I can’t stop and settle my fingers even more firmly on the crown of her head so that I’m holding her head bowling-ball style. Then I begin to force her mouth hard down on my cock even while simultaneously thrusting forward with my hips. Petunia’s eyes go wide with alarm, but I don’t let up. This little slut needs to be taught a lesson, and I know exactly how to make her pay.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Mmph mmph!” she grunts, her eyes beginning to tear from stress. “Ummph!”

“That’s right,” I rasp, my blue eyes vivid as I watch my veiny length emerge from her mouth before pushing back in hard, making the young woman gag. “You’re taking me like a pro, baby. Relax your throat more,” I command. “Breathe in through your nose and just accept what’s coming your way.”

I can see Petunia struggling to take my length, but do I stop? Hell no. The young ones often need a firm hand, and that’s what I’m giving her right now, both literally and figuratively. My ball sacks rise as she continues to grunt and strain, her eyes bulging now as I facefuck her violently. The vision is rancid, and I can feel the seed beginning to churn. Then I push her head down forcefully as my come shoot pulses, spraying lashes of hot semen down her throat as my ejaculation begins.

“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit!”

Petunia lets out another choked cry, her mascara leaving black streaks on her cheeks now. She grunts and moans helplessly, before trying to swallow everything. However, there’s just too much seed, and it begins to trickle out from the corners of her mouth as I pulse with continued vigor, dumping a giant load into the curvy girl’s mouth.

“Mmmph!” she shrieks, her eyes wide. “Ummph!”

I moan again, my eyes closing as the nasty blonde sucks every last drop of man milk from my balls.

“That’s right,” I grind out. “Keep using that sweet mouth. Fuck baby, it feels so good.”

Finally, my violent pulsing stops and I open my eyes again, out of breath and dazed from ecstasy. Oh shit. That felt incredible, but I’ve definitely done some damage because Petunia’s a mess with mascara tracks dripping down her cheeks, her blonde hair wild, and those big breasts shaking loose from her dress, gleaming and exposed. But she’s not perturbed at all. Instead, her cheeks relax as she pulls back from my cock, and I watch with avid eyes as the enormous monster reappears from between her pink lips, shiny and glistening with seed. A long string of saliva connects her mouth to my dick tip for a moment, glimmering in the air before breaking, and then Petunia wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Goodness,” she says in a croaky tone before coughing a bit. “That was amazing.”