Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Horny for Papa, aren’t you?”

I nod as the fire between my legs ignites and he lets out a groan that connects directly to my clit.

“I know you’re untouched, baby. But you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

His rough fingers twirl over my nipple and one thick digit presses inside me, making me hiss. “Yes.”

“We’re going to fuck. Raw and rough. That means this cock you’ve made so hard is going inside here.” He twists his finger into my opening as moisture floods from my body. The tingling and tension tangle into a tapestry of desperation and wanting so intense my vision turns fuzzy and thoughts of any consequences evaporate into the air. “You make Papa hard and you need to fix it. The only way is to put it inside you. Then, I’ll give you your prize. Only this time, it’s going to be balls deep in that baby maker of yours when it happens.”

Desire blinds me. “Yes,” I gasp as his hands leave me and in one swift move, he’s tugging my sweater over my head, throwing it to the floor before lowering his head and licking at the tight peaks.

Then he draws one deep into the warmth of his mouth, making me sigh and steady myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Just like sugar plums. I knew they’d be sweet, but not as sweet as what you’ve been saving for me down here.”

He drags me across the room, lowering me onto a thick fluffy sheepskin rug in front of the fire with pillows all around. My skin tingles as he lowers himself on top of me, hands knitting in my hair as his weight presses me into the floor.

A moan catches in my throat as he rocks against me, his hardness on top of my mound as his body shifts and jerks. He kicks off his boots, then forces my legs wide, yielding to his lower body.

Is this really happening?

His nostrils flare as he paws at my breasts, lips pressing onto mine as I arch and wrap my legs around his, tugging him closer, straining for friction. His mouth opens and our tongues collide as his knees settle between mine, grinding against me as my petals spread and unfold with the realization that play time is over.

“You’ve been naughty. Teasing me. Coming downstairs with those tights cut open so I could smell your wet cunt. Did you think you’d get away with it without paying the piper?”

I shake my head as the man that’s taken care of me for years pinches my nipples, then licks his way down my neck before pulling back to stare at my naked torso.

“Good, because it’s time to pay up for the months you’ve been teasing me. Santa hasn’t had pussy since before he went to prison. And I’m glad I waited, because you are worth waiting for.” He laps at my breasts, sending torturous spasms into my belly as wetness streams down the crack of my behind.

With a grunt, Papa pushes back onto his heels, tugging at my skirt, leaving my striped tights in place.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“When I reached under your skirt and felt that opening you made for me in these little candy cane tights? I knew you were a fucking miracle sent just for me. You’re the most beautiful woman on earth, Carina. I’m sorry I’m an old fuck and I’m your grandfather, but I don’t care about that anymore. I need what I need and that’s you.” His voice is desperate and hungry.

“I need you, too,” I whisper as he strips off his shirt and I love that thick mix of dark and light on his chest. His body rivals a man half his age with the clear division of his abdominal muscles and the thick lines of his pectorals, not to mention the flexing of the defined muscles in his upper arms.

He works out. A lot, apparently.

“Good, because you’re going to be getting a lot of me. From now on, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll think of me every second of every day. You’ll come to me, desperate and begging for only what I can give you.” He reaches down and spreads my legs wide, eyes locked onto my exposed femininity. “You want to be naughty with Santa, don’t you?”

“Very,” I answer truthfully.

I’ll do whatever he wants. I’m blind with my love and lust for him as need cascades through me and he lowers his face between my legs.

Shyness lances through me, but the look of hunger on his face gives me a boost of confidence.

“Smells like dessert.” He growls as his big sexy arms loop around the tops of my thighs, his warm breath on my sensitive flesh. His eyes fall closed as he inhales. “Open wider, I want to see it all.”

I should be scared, but I’m not. The muscles in his shoulders tense as he lowers himself, and my entire body stiffens. My thighs vibrate against the sides of his face, the coarse hair of his beard rough on my skin.

“Show me what you did to try to get relief earlier. I want to see how you touched yourself thinking about me. I want to see how wet you get when you play with this little kitty.”

He nods toward my splayed sex as I force a trembling hand over my belly, down over the pad of curls I keep just on the top of my mound, then pause.

What am I doing? Who am I right now?

“Do it. Stop thinking and just do as you are told. All your choices belong to me now. Finger that pussy like I told you.”

I slide my fingers lower. The first wet slick heat makes my hips lift and all my inhibitions fall away as I dig the heels of my feet into the soft rug.

I find my clit and start to rub, rub, rub, then slip lower, pushing inside my opening with one finger, in and out, in and out, fucking myself spread wide as my grandfather watches.

“See, that’s nice, isn’t it? Giving Papa a little show.”

His eyes snap to mine for a second, then back between my legs as I hold my breath and start bucking into my hand.

I close my eyes, lost in the moment, needing more, more.

“You want me to make it better?” He growls into the juncture of my thigh. “You’re making a mess, but you’re not getting the job done, are you?”

I whip my head back and forth. “No. I can’t.”

“You want Papa to help?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, okay. You know I can never say no to my little girl. Put your hands on those tits and let Grandpa take over. See if we can’t fix this aching down here. You’re going to find out what a man’s mouth feels like, but make no mistake, it will only ever be my mouth licking this sweet juice. Now lay back and close your eyes.”

When his hot mouth connects with my pussy, I suck all the oxygen out of the room.

His warm tongue laps at my clit, eager but slow and steady, like he’s licking an ice cream cone. His groans vibrate into my center. I never dreamed anything on this earth could feel this good.

His hand comes to rest on my belly, sliding down and using his fingers to spread me apart as my body tenses. I press my head into the rug, feeling my toes curl in the soft fur.

“Tastes like my baby needed her papa. See, doesn’t that feel nice?” he asks, his blue eyes on me, watching as I nod, pushing up on my toes, raising my hips, desperate for more. “Greedy. You’re never going to look at my mouth the same again, baby.”

He dives back in, lapping and raking his teeth over my clit, devouring me and sending me to the tops of the mountains.

Everything else fades away except the sensation of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. His tongue slides up and down, then centers on my hard nub, flicking and circling until I’m on the edge of madness.

I steal a glance as his mouth works miracles between my legs. The furrow of his brow and the intensity in the flex of muscles in his shoulders only push me closer to the edge.

He’s everywhere all at once. The wet sounds of his sucking and lapping as my center makes my insides squeeze as the tension builds to an impossibly tightened spring ready to snap.

When his tongue moves down and I feel its thick pressure pushing inside me, I unravel. He licks around my opening, spinning, exploring, then it’s back to fucking me, invading me, thick and demanding.

The next second, he’s back on my clit as I grab fistfuls of his hair. He groans and my body starts to spasm.

“I’m-God, Papa, something is happening…”

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he dials it up to ten, feeding on my pleasure as fingers dig into my knees, pushing them to their limits, back toward my ribs, exposing me completely and I no longer care about anything other than the impending orgasm that’s spiraling into a mega-tornado inside me.

Fire burns at my cheeks as he pushes his tongue into my opening, then back to my clit. How he is everywhere I don’t know, but I want it all.

My orgasm lights like a flash fire, taking over in one consuming burst that calls his hand to clasp over my mouth before the first scream hits. The tsunami comes from my center, spinning and destroying me as it goes, but he doesn’t stop and I half cows to start spinning in the air above me.

Pleasure buckles my core as I twist and writhe, raw screams heat the palm of his hand, but he holds me steady against him. The pleasure wreaks havoc, tearing at my insides and rearranging me in ways I know can never be undone.

I’m overcome, blind and boneless as I ride the waves of black and white. My body shakes, my throat is dry and raw as Gennero kisses his way up my belly, easing back onto his heels as I take in the look of satisfaction in his blue eyes. The wetness on his mustache and beard as he licks his lips.

“Sweetest pussy in the world. I never need another gift again, you’ve ruined me, baby. I’ll never be the same after that.”

His eyes pin to mine as my chest rises and falls. I’m breathless and voiceless-my eyes half open as I try to make sense of what’s going on and how everything is going to be different now. The last of the orgasmic aftershocks making me twitch as I lay dazed and spent.

But before I can get too lost in the mire, Papa eases my feet down to the rug, pushing my legs wide again.

“Legs open. It’s time for act 2.”

He pops to his feet, working his belt then his pants, stripping them down his legs and off as my eyes widen, taking in the angry length of his cock jutting out from his body.