Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Daddy, that was fantastic,” I pant, trying to get oxygen into my lungs. “But what about you?”

Bart pulls back with a grin on his handsome face.

“What about me?” he smirks. “I came too.”

It’s then that I flip around, and see that in fact, my stepfather has sprayed all over the mattress, and even a bit onto the floor. There’s creamy white semen soaking into the sheets, and so much of it too. Gallons and gallons seem to form a wet pool around us, and my mouth goes dry.

“But Daddy, I didn’t even touch you! I didn’t put my mouth on you, or my hand, or-”

Bart cuts me off.

“No, it’s fine, sweetheart,” he says in a smooth tone. “Tasting your honey was enough for me, and that made me come on my own. It was worth it, Christy. I hope to wake you up every morning with a screaming orgasm. You could have shattered the windows on this place.”

I giggle because the windows in the trailer are certainly flimsy. They’re not double-paned or any type of special glass. If anything, they’re cheap and thin, and ready to be taken out by my ecstatic screams.

“Really, everymorning?” I say in a coy tone while raising my eyebrows at him. “That seems quite a lot for an old man like you.”

“Who are you calling old?” my stepfather growls, before leaping on my curvy form and making me giggle. “I’m only forty-five, honey. That’s a man in his prime.”

“Forty-five is ancient!” I shriek while giggling from his tickles. “That’s more than double my age because you know I’m only eighteen.”

The word “eighteen” makes my stepfather pause for a moment, his handsome features somber.

“Yes, I know sweetheart. But let me ask you something: does the age difference bother you?”

I look at him, pausing in our intimate play.

“No, why?”

He sighs a bit, his blue eyes forlorn.

“It’s just that I worry, you know? You’re my responsibility, and you’re so young, Christy. There’s a world of possibility before you, and you deserve better than an old man who’s broke and unemployed.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You’re not broke and unemployed!” I immediately protest. “You’re just going through a transition, Bart. It happens to everyone, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He shakes his dark head, his expression tense as he gazes at the white sheets.

“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes,” he manages in a choked voice. “Sometimes, when you’re at work and I’m at home, I feel …”

“Why, what do you feel?” I ask in a gentle tone.

My stepfather looks up then, his blue eyes sad.

“I feel like a fucking loser,” he admits in a low tone. “I’ve sent the little woman out to work, and I’m surviving off of your largesse. It’s embarrassing, honey. No red-blooded alpha male wants to be in this position.”

I lean forward to stroke one of his bronzed forearms, my expression gentle.

“Of course not,” I murmur. “But it’s only temporary. You’ll get back on your feet soon enough, and then it’ll bemeliving off ofyourlargesse! I’ll become a lady of leisure.”

My lover’s blue eyes flare.

“That’s what I want, sweetheart. I want you to enjoy yourself, and to become fat and happy with my baby in your tummy. I want you to waddle around pregnant, standing barefoot at the stove.”

That makes me gasp as I stare into Bart’s eyes, but the handsome man is completely serious.

“What are you saying?” I ask in a trembling voice. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

My man pauses for a moment, unsure whether to continue. But then he nods.

“Christy, it’s not like we just met yesterday. We’ve been living in close quarters for years now, although of course, things took a left turn last night. But I’ve been thinking about you and me for a while now, and yes, these thoughts have always been off-limits. I’m a dirty motherfucker dreaming about his stepdaughter like this, but I want to be real and honest with you. I don’t want to beat around the bush, or lie.”

I stare at Bart, breathless from his words.

“And that means?”

“It means that I want to see where this goes,” he growls, his azure gaze intense. “I want to see if we can sustain a permanent relationship that includes marriage, babies, and everything that comes with it. I know this is overwhelming because you’re only eighteen, but it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now, and I don’t want to hide my true intentions. Of course, I understand if you don’t feel the same way. You’re just a girl, honey, with your entire life ahead of you.”

I’m astonished because never in my wildest dreams did I think the man of the house would utter these words. Of course, I don’t know what I was thinking, period. I’ve been attracted to Bart for a long time now, but I had no idea that his fantasies included a house with a white picket fence and a dozen rugrats.

“Are you serious?” I breathe.

His blue eyes flare and glow with heat.

“A hundred percent,” he rasps, reaching forward to caress one of my pink nipples. “I can imagine my child drinking from your breast, and then your sweet pussy giving birth to another one of my children. And then another. And then another. Your body is a temple to be worshipped, baby, and I want to give you a lot of babies.”

The knowledge makes my heart soar with joy because I’ve always wanted to be a mother, although of course, I never let myself think of Bart as the potential father of my children. But now that he’s spoken the words, I can envision a future together a hearth filled with laughter, love, and a dozen children in every nook and cranny of our home.

“That’s what I want too,” I confess in a soft voice, glancing shyly at the handsome alpha male from beneath my lashes. “I’d love to have your babies, Bart.”

He nods, but doesn’t touch me again.

“Are you sure, Christy? After all, I used to be married to your mother, and I can see how that would be a dealbreaker for you.”

I stop for a moment to think, biting my lip.

“No, I think it’s okay,” I say. “It’s not ideal, don’t get me wrong, but I also feel like we’re honoring Sharon by doing this. Don’t you agree? I mean, we were the two most important people in her life, so if we got together and built a life with each other, I think she’d be okay with it. I think she’d approve, to be honest.”

My stepfather nods, his blue eyes intense.

“Well, I’m not sure that Sharon would approve,” he hedges. But overall, I think she’d come to terms with the situation. But you understand that a lot of other people will see this differently, right? They’ll denounce us as incestuous, and label our relationship as dirty and wrong. Some folks are puritanical and can’t get over themselves. No matter what we do, they’ll label us perverted and heretical, and try to run us out of town. It’ll be like the Salem witch trials again.”

I nod somberly.

“I know, Bart. We had one of those uber-conservative clubs at school. I don’t remember what they were called. Maybe the “Defenders of American Values” or something like that? But yeah, I can see how folks with a stick up their butt would condemn us.”

“But are you okay with that?” Bart asks in a low voice, his expression serious. “Hartsville is a small place, and word will get around quick. You’ll probably lose some friends along the way, and be subject to a lot of gossip and whispers.”

I think for a moment. The fact is that I’ve never known any place other than Hartsville. This little city is where I grew up, and where I still live as an adult. Am I really ready for the shitstorm that will explode if I start a family with my stepfather? If I tell the world that I love him, and if we tie the knot?

But one look at Bart’s blue eyes makes my heart melt. Of course I’m ready for it. I’m ready to brave anything so long as I have this handsome man by my side, and I’m not afraid of what might come. Besides, there are a lot of unknowns in the equation. Maybe people in Hartsville are a little more evolved now. Or maybe no one will care, and they’ll mind their own business. It’s a lot of “maybes,” and I’m willing to take the plunge.

“Let’s give it a go,” I say in a breathy voice. “I want to be with you, Bart, and see where this takes us. Besides, it’s fun, right?” I ask while jiggling one big breast at him. “We’ll have a lot of fun together.”

Immediately, the big man latches his mouth to my nipple, making me throw my head back with pleasure.

“Mmmm,” I murmur happily.

Bart pops off the pink teat, glancing up at me with a wicked grin.

“You do know that if we’re in a relationship, I’ll be taking your virginity, don’t you?” he growls. “No more pussyfooting around with the front and back inspections and whatnot. Your hymen is mine.”

Laughing throatily, I part my legs to show him my glistening slit before pulling the swollen lips back to give him a look at my bulging clit and already-soaked hole.

“Yes of course,” I breathe. “Daddy, this was always yours. Now come and claim it.”

With those words, the handsome alpha male pounces on me once more, his staff stiff, dripping, and totally ready. It leaves a trail of pre-come on my thigh, making me gasp, but I only want him more.

“Yes,” I hiss, watching with wide eyes as the handsome man angles himself over my curvy form.