Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Yes, Daddy…” she whispered.

“I hope you made those dirty bastards use a rubber.”

She groaned, with a sarcastic little grin. “Always. I’m not a fucking idiot, Daddy.”

I landed a slap right on her clit and she clenched her legs shut, squeaking in shock. “Don’t use that tone with me,” I said, climbing my way back on top of her. “Daddy’s going to fuck you raw. Always. I want to feel your sweet wet cunt around my cock.”

She wrapped her ankles high around my waist. Spreading herself wide. “Please…” she said. “Now.”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, sinking right the way to my balls. I wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need to be. Her pussy was well used to invasion, beautifully wet as I ploughed her deep.

“God, yes… God!” she screeched. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little girl!”

“Beautiful baby,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her pretty little mouth groaned perfect expletives. Her eyes fixed on mine, gorgeous pools of blue sucking me right into her. I stroked her hair, kissed the delicate white of her throat while her pussy milked me dry. She bucked as I unravelled, moaning her pleasure as my filthy seed unloaded inside her.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Such a good girl.”

I pulled out and lowered myself until my face was between her thighs. She was swollen, glistening wet. I teased her with my lips, savouring the dirty mess of her.

“Grab your knees, sweetheart.”

She did as she was told, holding them high to her chest and offering up the tight puckered ring of her asshole. My tongue wormed inside, lubing her up for my fingers. She took two without argument, but squirmed as I pounded her cunt with my other hand, pressing in four fingers as far as they would go.

She mewled a glorious mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Take it for Daddy,” I said.

“Ow…” she moaned. “It hurts.”

“Not as much as two big cocks, baby,” I said. “You’ll take two cocks for Daddy, won’t you?” They were the words she needed, just as I suspected. She grunted, despite her pain, rocking herself against my intrusion. “That’s my girl. You want more?”

An incomprehensible sound, half feral as I stuffed another finger into her asshole.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aimee. Come for me.” I balled her clit with my free thumb, mashing the hard little nub until she was wheezing for more. I strummed her to the edge, ramming her deep and hard, so hard she’d feel me for fucking days.

“I’m gonna come!” she squealed. “Yes, Daddy, please, please, fucking fuck me!”

“Good girl,” I groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

I didn’t pull out until she was long spent. She was perfect in the glow of the lamplight sprawled wide open, limbs loose and her breaths loud in the room. I rolled to her side, pushing down the regret before it could bite me. Our breathing calmed in unison, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

“So, what happens now?” she asked finally, her voice nervous and shaky.

I hadn’t got a fucking clue.

Guilt hit me hard, but not in the way Aimee expected. Despite the rational voice of regret in me, I didn’t pull away. Sure, Sunday was tense, heavy with unspoken words, and I’d catch her staring at me whenever I turned in her direction. I was keeping a lid on my churning thoughts, watching TV when she curled up beside me, the very tips of her fingers grazing my thigh.

“Do you really love her?” she asked. “Do you love my mum?”

“I have a lot of respect for Louise,” I said. “She’s a very ambitious woman. A driven woman.”

“Are you going to tell her about us?” Her lip trembled, so pretty. “I’m scared.”

I pulled her hand into mine. “Let Daddy worry about that, sweetheart.” I smiled. “And you’d better get ready for college. Things are about to change around here.”

For once in her spoiled little life, Aimee didn’t argue.

I might be a filthy dirty fuck, but I really did give a shit about that girl. She’d wormed her way under my skin, well and truly. Now she was actually showing it to me, her smile was contagious. She slept in her own bed that night without too much of a fight, accepting the rule that Daddy would choose when she deserved his touch and when she didn’t. I have to say she fucking amazed me. She was a world more obedient than the pouty little brat I’d taken her for.

I kissed her forehead as she left for college next morning, laying down the law that I’d expect a full progress report at the end of every day. No boys, no drinking, no cheeky fucking mouth. Those were the new house rules, and they were non-negotiable.

My dirty girl was home straight from class, bouncing through the door with a vigour I’d never seen from her.

“How’d it go?” I asked. “Teachers remember your name?”

“Lecturers,” she said. “Not teachers, I’m not at school.”

“Lecturers then,” I smiled. “How was it?”

She shrugged. “It was ok.”

“And they let you back to class without incident?”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I told them I’d be a good girl from now on.”

My dick twitched. “And how’s your pussy?”

The little beauty grinned at me. “I can feel you’ve been in there… Daddy.”

“Good,” I said. “Sit down, Aimee.” She sat at the dining table with only the slightest hesitation, looking up with puzzled eyes as I presented her with her diary. “You’ll do your study and then you’ll do another assignment.”

“Another assignment?”

“I want you to write for me, an essay. Aimee’s secrets,” I explained. “I want to know what a dirty little girl like you really wants to do. Not the fantasies you’ve written before, I’m not interested in masturbation fuel. Real fantasies, Aimee, for real life.”

I watched her suck in breath, her cheeks flushing rosy as she slid the diary back over to me. “I don’t need to write an essay,” she said. “My diary is the truth. For real. I want to do everything in there.”

I battled the urge to bury myself in her asshole.

“We have a few weeks,” I said. “A clear house until your mother is home. I intend to use the time well.”

“And what then? What happens when she’s back?”

I smiled. “Curiosity killed the pussy, sweetheart.”

I wonder if Kyle likes men. In real life, I mean, not porn. Would he pound my wet little pussy while another man stretches my ass? Or does he just like that shit on screen? Please, God, one day can I find out?

My threesomes have been shit so far. Pathetic little boys who wanted to take it in turns. They’re all so afraid of other men’s dicks, like another cock is a threat to their fragile masculinity. I need an older man, someone who knows how to fuck. Someone who can free the dirty little whore inside of me.

What does he see in my mother? Really? What can he possibly see in her?

* * *

If only Aimee knew what I could see in her mother. If only she knew the reasons why I’d married the woman on a beach. If I told her the real story, she might never want to speak to me again.

I slammed Aimee’s diary shut as Steve from HR approached my desk. Not a-fucking-gain.

“Kyle,” he smiled. “Do you have a minute?”

“What now?” I snapped. “Haven’t you had everything from me ten times over?”

“I need to ask you a few more questions,” he said. “I know you covered it all with the management team, but I need a writeup for the file.”

I sighed in exasperation, on the edge of my temper. “How many more times do we need to go through this crap?”

Steve’s happy expression turned sour. “Until the company is happy you no longer pose a threat to security.”

“I had an addiction to online gambling, not military level hacking. Jesus Christ.”

“You know the regulations, Kyle.”

I held up my hands. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get this shit over with.”

I braced myself for another shitty day in paradise.

Any resolve I had to play the good wholesome guy with Aimee was gone when I stepped in through the door. My day at the office had been a frustrating shit show, and I was fed up with the humiliation. People make mistakes. It’s life. Just how long was I going to have to suffer for mine?

My stepdaughter could read my mood. She presented me with a cup of tea and I gave her a thanks. I was impressed by how well she knew I liked it, considering she’d never made one for me before.

“Good day?” she asked, even though the answer was obvious.

“I’ve had better.”

She sat opposite me at the dining table with a tea of her own.

“Same. College was shit today. People were laughing at me.”

My attention turned from my own bullshit straight onto hers.

“How did you handle them?”

She was so quick to defend herself.

“I was good, I promise. I didn’t bitch back.”

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She didn’t look convinced. “It was much easier when I’d give them a middle finger and be a bitchy little cow right back at them.”

“It may seem it, but being quiet and self-assured says a lot more for your confidence than lowering yourself to their level.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely,” I assured her. “They aren’t worth shit compared to you.”

She laughed. “How do you know that? You’ve never even seen them.”

My shrug was casual. “I don’t need to, sweetheart. I know you.”

She put her mug of tea down, staring over like I’d just told her the moon was made of cheese.

“What?”

My tone was still casual.

“I know you, Aimee. I know what you’re worth, even if you don’t know it yourself. You’re a great girl who can go on to achieve great things, even if you can’t see it in yourself yet.”