Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I merely kiss her bottom hole again before getting to my feet in front of her.

“A daddy always knows, sweetheart. Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes, ever, because daddies have their ways that aren’t for little girls to know. But now, we’re going to increase the sensation in your butt a bit. Here, baby, do you think you can grip the laces of your sneakers? Pop your knees up and then extend your legs all the way. That’s right, so your ankles are up over your head. Now grab onto your sneaker laces because it puts you in the best position for Daddy’s tongue.”

Christy’s big brown eyes are totally shocked as she does as told, but I merely growl with pleasure at the sight before me because my little girl is totally nude now, those pink curves flushed and luscious as she holds her ankles over her head.

“Like this?” she manages in a wobbly voice, showing me her asshole and pussy. “Is this what you want, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby. You look perfect. Thank you for being such a good girl because this is the perfect position for Daddy to taste you.”

Then, I kneel before the pretty girl and take a long lick, all the way from her anus up to her clit. She shakes below me, hot fluids gushing from her cunt.

“Ooooh! That feels so good!”

“I know honey,” I rasp. “Now hold on tight because it’s getting even better. Then I thrust my tongue into her asshole and pussy again, lapping up her cream while enjoying the taste of her ass. Any other woman would be disgusted by these actions, but not my Christy. My little slut screams and yelps, fingers gripping her shoelaces, as I give her privates a thorough tongue bath.

“Ooooh!” she screams again. “Unnnh!”

“That’s it, baby. Enjoy,” I rumble in a soothing voice. Then I get back to work, and after a few more minutes of depraved oral action, I pull back, my chin and cheeks utterly sodden with her fluids.

“Oh Daddy,” she breathes, barely able to speak. “I had no idea it could be like that.”

I chuckle.

“Sweetheart, that isn’t even one-tenth of how good Daddy can make you feel. Now up onto your hands and knees, sweetheart. We’re going to do one last thing before I send you on your way.”

With that, Christy lets go of her shoelaces and scrambles to all fours on the mattress, her curves bouncing as her pussy glistens in the low light.

“What’s next?” she manages with a breathless look over one shoulder. “I’m ready.”

I’m so tempted to ram my cock deep into that sweet, glistening cunt because it’s clear she’s ready to be taken. But again, I made a promise to Sharon, so instead, I slide my massive form beneath her nude form so that my head’s at Christy’s juicing pussy, with her mouth angled straight at my dick.

“Can you suck, sweetheart? Can you make Daddy feel good?”

I feel, rather than hear, the vibrations of Christy’s laugh.

“Of course I can, Daddy. I’d be happy to.”

Then, those sweet lips part over my swollen helmet, and I let out a loud groan of pleasure. Fuck, I’ve finally got the nubile teenager’s mouth on my cock and it’s even better than I imagined. Christy sucks tentatively at first, as if unsure what to do, but then she begins gobbling my cock like a seasoned whore.

“Mmmph,” she moans, stuffing the nine-inch monster into her mouth. “Mphph.”

“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, craning my neck to see the erotic sight. “Holy fuck.”

After all, the sweet girl looks amazing. Her cheeks are bulging and there’s saliva all over her chin, and yet she’s going at it like a cock-hungry slut. Which reminds me, I have work to do as well. I strain my neck up and lap at her swollen pussy, all the way from her clit to her asshole before stopping to push my tongue into her cunt again. Then, I fasten my lips around her bulging clit in a tight vise, and begin to suck.

“Mmmph!” Christy screams, her body already beginning to buck. “Mmph!”

“Don’t let go of that vacuum,” I warn. “I want your mouth of my hard dick while I enjoy this delicious dish.”

Of course, my stepdaughter obeys and I turn back to suckling her clit again. But the fact is that the excitement is too much for us, and within minutes, we’re quickly approaching climax. A light ahead of me grows brighter and brighter as my balls rise, and then suddenly I explode in a body-shaking orgasm.

“Fuck!” I shout. “Oh shit!”

Hot lashes of seed spurt into Christy’s mouth as the sweet teenager gulps and swallows as best she can. However, there’s just too much, and some of the white fluid comes spilling from her lips, dripping down my cock and smearing over my lower abs. Meanwhile, the sweet girl has reached the summit as well, and with another muffled cry, her pussy convulses violently on my lips. It jerks and snaps before emitting a gush of cream, and I lap her through the orgasmic bliss.

“Yes, baby,” I coo. “Come on my face. Let Daddy drink your sweet nectar.”

With that, we pulse and shake together, our pleasure mingling into one. But I haven’t forgotten who I am, nor who she is. I’m the man of the house, and the little girl is the brat … which means our actions are utterly taboo.

Christy

I can’t believe I’m on a date with Jet Elliston at the moment. It’s as if I’m here, but not really here, because when I look at the former football player, he seems really far away, as if I’m having an out of body experience. TherealChristy is still back at home with her stepfather, getting her privates licked and loved by the handsome alpha male.

After all, I can’t believe it finally happened. Bart and I have been circling each other for what feels like forever now. But things reached a new intensity when we moved into the trailer because we started sharing the master bedroom. It wasn’t out of choice, obviously. It’s just that the trailer is super-tiny, and so it made sense for both of us to sleep in the bedroom, instead of one of us trying to get our Z’s on the living room couch. The couch is only four feet long, and wasn’t going to be comfortable for either Bart or me.

But now, my body hums from the enormous orgasm my stepfather gave me, and to be honest, I’m barely even listening to Jet. I’m thinking about going home after this date, and then getting inspected by Bart again. I’m sure the alpha male will be awake when I get back, and will insist on testing my pussy and asshole again. Ooooh! My nipples harden as I clench my thighs together in anticipation. It’s going to feel so good, and be so dirty too. Maybe Bart will let me suck his dick again, or maybe we’ll go even further. I wouldn’t mind at all.

But right now, I’m stuck at this stupid diner on this stupid date. I wanted to cancel, of course, but by the time my stepfather finished his “inspection,” it was too late. I was due at the Roadhouse Diner in twenty, and I scrambled to get ready.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” I panted, throwing my baby-T over my head before pulling on my skirt. Then my fingers paused. “Should I wear something less sexy, Daddy? After all, I’m going out with another man.”

Bart merely grinned at me from his relaxed position on the bed. He was reclining, stark naked, with one strong arm stretched out across the back of the headboard. His huge snake draped against one bronzed thigh, still wet with my saliva, and when I looked at it, it twitched in hello.

“No honey,” he growled. “I’m not intimidated by some young buck who’s a former high school athlete. In fact, you know how those boys are. They peak in high school and it’s just downhill from there. So if anything, Jet Elliston is already past his prime.”

I giggle.

“Is that so?”

“Hell yeah, baby.” Then, Bart took his member in one hand, gently stroking up and down while making eye contact with me. “Besides, this will be waiting for you when you get back, sweetheart,” he said in a throaty voice. “So come home asap.”

My cheeks flushed, and I nodded quickly, so overwhelmed by how fast things have progressed between me and the man of the house. But then again, the pot’s been simmering for a while now, and it was only a matter of time before it reached a boil.

“I will, Daddy,” I cooed before flashing Bart one last smile with a waggle of my hips. “Bye now!”

But now, I’m at this stupid diner, sitting across from Jet Elliston while sipping at a strawberry milkshake that tastes like chalk. I don’t know why he thinks milkshakes are the epitome of a “romantic date,” but it is what it is.

“Is your chocolate shake good?” I ask politely, nodding at his malt.

He nods.

“Yeah. Is yours?”

I nod with a wan smile.

“It is,” I say in a polite voice. “Thanks for asking.” Then, conversation lapses into an awkward pause, and I rack my brain for something, anything, to say. But nothing pops into my mind, and I can only manage a wan smile.

I suppose things could be worse. Jet is good-looking enough, with his chestnut hair and cornflower blue eyes. His skin is smooth and unblemished, and he was a football star in high school, so he’s got an athletic physique. Still, nothing about the boyspeaksto me. Jet’s always been a bit bland, kind of like a Ken doll with an eerily smooth visage. I guess the only thing he had going for him was football, and now that that’s over, he’s a cardboard cut-out of a man instead of a real, live, breathing alpha male.

But still, I need to do something so that this date isn’t too awkward.

“So how are things with your parents?” I ask. “John and Marie are so nice. You know I work for your dad, right? At Tootsie’s.”

Jet nods.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Yeah, my dad said you picked up some shifts after graduation. How is it over there? That business has been in my family for fifty years or so.”

I nod, thankful to have something to talk about.

“Tootsie’s is good! I’m grateful that John hired me because your dad could have hired anyone from our graduating class, but he picked me out of the bunch.”

Jet looks thoughtful before taking another sip of his milkshake.

“Yeah, John’s like that,” he says. “He knows a good one when he sees one.”

That makes me blush.