Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I’m having nightmares again every night. I told Mother but she only snapped again, snarking that I should have grown out of them by now. I still haven’t told the bitch they’re always about her. She gave me some cash to sort out the shrink again, but I’m not going back there. I just wish I could sleep.

I spied Kyle typing his laptop password last night. Ladyluck69. There’s something about him I don’t get. He’s so serious all the time, but he never talks about his past, just comes and goes from work every day like he never had a life before this. I checked out his laptop but only for a minute while he was in the shower. He watches pornography A LOT, maybe even as much as me. If only he knew what I was really like. Maybe then he’d realise he married the wrong woman.

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A few pages on…

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I’m fucking a million randoms again. I can’t stop myself. I need to get HIM out of my system. It’s been ten times worse since I saw his porn stash. I look at it whenever I get the chance, like some weird crazy stalker. He’s so dirty, maybe even dirtier than I am. He’s watched this one video about twenty times, and it’s so fucking dark. A young blonde gets tied up in some basement and fucked by five different men. It’s one of the roughest vids I’ve ever seen. She takes two cocks in her ass and it actually makes her cry. They call her dirty names, and choke her and spit all over her, but you know what? She likes it. I know she likes it, I can see it in her eyes.

Just like he’d see it in mine.

I went to college for the first time in months. They’re threatening to chuck me out now, but I don’t give a shit. I didn’t go in for lectures today, just for cock. I sucked two at once outside our student canteen two of the nerdy guys from library club. I stuffed their cocks in my throat until I retched up my dinner, and the whole time I wished he could see me, see what a dirty girl I really am.

Kyle’s all I think about. I just wish he’d be the big, dark daddy I want him to be. Maybe one day he will be, if I push him far enough.

Maybe one day he’ll lose his temper and put me in a basement. I’d love him to tie me up and fuck me until I cry. A girl can dream, can’t she?

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I slammed the book closed, recoiling from its brutal honesty. My hands were shaking and clammy, and my insides were mushed up to shit. I wished I’d never read the thing, wished I’d never reacted in the kitchen and smacked the shit out of her. I wished I’d never met her, never met her mother, never been in Kefalonia in the first place.

No. That was a lie. I didn’t regret it.

But I may well regret what was yet to come.

I left her diary open on her bed.

The time for secrets was over.

I was staring at my bedroom ceiling when the front door slammed. I checked the bedside clock. Two thirty a. m. The clattering around downstairs made it clear she was drunk again, but I made no attempt to go down to her. I was still wide awake when she made her way to bed, hardly breathing as I heard her moving around in the room next door. Finally, she was quiet.

I must have been dozing when my bedroom door creaked open.

“Kyle?” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

I grunted, loud in the night. “I am now.”

Her scent hit me, dark cherry and vanilla. “You read my diary.”

“You wanted me to,” I replied, simply.

“I had a nightmare,” she said, moving closer. The air was like static, crackling in the space between us. “A bad one. You must have read about them?”

I cursed the blood in my veins, cursed the way I wanted her. “You’re safe, Aimee, nothing can hurt you, not in this house.”

“It can,” she whispered. “Everything hurts me in this house.” I stayed silent, willing her away. “Can I lay with you? Just a while.”

“This is a bad idea, sweetheart. You know it as well as I do.”

“Please…” she said.

She was so close, hovering by the bed in the darkness, illuminated by only the faintest glow from the streetlamps outside. I hated my own fingers as they pulled back the duvet. Hated my own hammering pulse, and the way I craved to consume her. She slid in beside me, clutching her knees to her chest to keep her distance.

“I’m sorry I’m such a bitch to you. I’m a bitch to everyone.”

“So, choose not to be,” I said. “Nobody makes you do anything.”

“You could…” she began. “You could make me do anything.”

I sighed, changing the subject. “You haven’t been going to college. Why?”

“I hate it there. I hate the people, hate the routine.”

“You need to go to college. It’s your future.”

“Who cares about my future?”

“Your mother does. I do. You should.”

“She doesn’t care. Not about me, not about you, either.” She let go of her knees, stretching out beside me. Her face was only inches away, close enough that I could feel her breath on my cheek. “Why did you marry her?”

I smiled in the darkness. “Love, of course.” I could almost feel her frown. “What do you want me to say? We got on, she was funny… driven… attractive. Our lives seemed compatible. I wanted a new life, a new start.”

“You talk about all that in the past tense.”

“Isn’t it past tense? She’s on the other side of the planet, you’re in my bed, her bed, talking about her like she was never here.”

“She’s never here. Not when it matters. Never has been.”

“I shouldn’t have hit you, Aimee. I’m sorry.”

“I wanted you to,” she whispered. “I always wanted you to. I liked you being my daddy, Kyle. I liked it.”

My cock betrayed me, my whole damn body threatening my resolve. My secret life itched at me, begging for confession. She can’t have seen the truth on my laptop, can’t have any fucking idea. I kept my silence. “What do you dream about?”

She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring up into the darkness. “I’m trapped in a dark room with no windows, nobody knows I’m there except my mother, and she’s laughing at me. She laughs as the walls start closing in. I’m begging her to help me, to let me out, but she never does. I wake up just before they crush me.”

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“Had them my whole life. Nobody would rescue me. Nobody even knows who I am, not really.”

My fingertips touched her elbow, the contact sizzling all the way through my arm. “You’re not alone.”

“There’s a darkness in me,” she said. “I can’t help myself.” Her breath turned shallow and raspy.

“There’s a darkness in a lot of us, sweetheart.”

“I lied,” she admitted, rolling her hip to the side until her thigh pressed against mine. “I haven’t had forty men… it’s a lot more than that.”

I tried to fight, but I was done for. My hand brushed the satin of her nightdress, and she moaned, writhing under my touch. “Why are you such a cock whore?” I whispered. “Tell me…”

“I’m in love with filthy, dirty sex,” she breathed. “I can’t help it…”

I trailed my fingers over her ribs, teasing my way up to her perky little tits. Her nipples were hard as bullets, standing to attention. “You’ll stop,” I growled. “No more cock, not unless I say so. You’ll go to college like a good girl, and you’ll stop with the spoiled little bitch act, understand?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?” I squeezed her nipple hard enough that she sucked in breath.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s a dirty man, sweetheart,” I said. “He’s so fucking dirty. He tries to hide it, but he can’t. He’ll do such bad things to you, Aimee, is that what you want?”

“Oh God… yes, Daddy, that’s what I want.” She parted her legs wide, hooking her calves around mine. “Make me your good girl…”

I mashed my body against hers, loving the way her curves melted into me. Her mouth was already open, hungry. Her tongue darted between my lips with beautiful ferocity, pulling me into her forbidden waltz. I pinned her hard to the bed, grinding my cock hard against the horny swell of her clit. She bucked, and writhed, squirming underneath me like a wanton little slut. I pulled away long enough to reach for the bedside lamp, and in the soft glow she revealed herself to me, beauty uncoiling.

“You have such sweet little tits,” I groaned. “Sweet little tits for my sweet little girl. Let Daddy have a taste.”

She arched her back for me, presenting her perfect little tits for my filthy pleasure. I played her with my tongue like a man possessed, gripping her nipples between my teeth and loving the way she squealed whenever I bit too hard. I carried on down, mapping a trail over the taut plain of her stomach to her sweet little cunt.

“Your pussy belongs to me now, understood? Only me.” She nodded, staring down at me with glazed eyes. “Let’s see how much of Daddy you can take.”

I spread her lips wide open, groaning at the sight of her gorgeous swollen clit. I sucked the pink little nub between my teeth, savouring the way she squirmed. The thought of all the cock she’d taken both irked me and fuelled me, spurring me to slam three thick fingers all the way inside her. She moaned without protest. “Good job Daddy’s got a big piece of meat for you, baby.” I slid in a fourth finger, and she tensed, gripping the bedsheets. “That’s better, sweet girl. That’s what you need.”