Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

Even through his jeans and his coat, his hardness presses against my belly, and my lubrication station turns on full blast, drowning out any rational thought.

I’m sure some of the people milling around know he’s my grandfather. It’s a small town no matter how much we keep to ourselves. Our dance is a little too close, but I don’t care. And Grandpa doesn’t seem to, either.

He holds me over his heart, inhaling above my head. His hand drops to the small of my back, then lower, then into a full-on ass grab. And I love the feel of his fingers slipping into the crack of my rear, reminding me that he can take any hole he likes.

And he can. And he does.

Oh, how things change.

We dance to Santa Baby, then Silent Night and time speeds by, and my whole world is him. The feel of his warmth against me, the scent of his spicy cologne, the roughness of his massive hand enveloping my tiny one. I want to kiss him so badly. I want to feel his lips open to mine and taste his breath.

“What’s wrong, honeysuckle?”

I draw a shaking breath, realizing I was lost in my own little world. “I wish we could be together. Like, togethertogether. I wish I could tell the world.”

He replies with silence and that horrible sinking feeling returns when I think of what secrets he may have with Lucy.

As the song ends, he tugs me down the stairs of the gazebo and my heart sinks, knowing some things are not to be wished for.

Hand in hand, we make our way to The Black Swan Boutique, and he pulls me inside. Everything here is super expensive and high-end. I don’t have any money of my own and being over the top extravagant with Grandpa’s money never felt right.

Papa is pulling out dresses, holding them up against me and either nodding or shaking his head. Not one dress, not two, maybe ten. Hats, scarves, jewelry, bags. Jeans, t-shirts and anything I touch, it’s put into the arms of two employees who take it to a counter and start a pile. A woman dressed in all black with a Morticia vibe comes over and smiles when she sees me.

“Hello, I’m Nina. Can I help?”

“You work here?”

“I certainly do,” she says with a bob of her head. “And you are…?”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his large frame. My insides turn to mush at this open display of affection. “None of your business,” he grunts with a sniff.

“She’s just being nice,” I tell him. “There’s no need to be a grumpy Gus, Papa.”

Nina doesn’t seem to have taken offense. “Oh! Is this your father?”

“Grandfather,” I tell her.

Papa rumbles with a low growl. “Where is the lingerie?”

Nina pins her eyes on me as I shrug. She looks at me with mock horror. “Notthe sort of thing you want to discuss with your grandfather, right? I’ll take you and-”

Papa cuts her off. “I’lltake her. You just point.” He stares at her until she backs down and points us toward the left.

As Papa leads, I follow as two men with their wives or girlfriends watch me with heat in their eyes, leaning to whisper to each other as we pass.

I’m a plain cotton Hanes sorta girl, but still. I could be converted because the fancy, frilly things here are just beyond, beyondbeautiful. Papa has me picking out things I like, things he likes and imagining parading around showing off and teasing him until he turns me over his knee then puts me down onto mine for a good Papa-style throat fuck has my thighs slick and the needy tug in my core is getting desperate for relief.

I’m flushed and dripping, nipples on high alert as the two men step into the lingerie area, looking me up and down.

The soreness throbs as I imagine all the dirty things I’ve read that I want to do with my Papa, and I wonder if my newfound promiscuity is seeping from my pores, drawing feral looks from any men close enough to catch my frisky pheromones.

“What are you fucking looking at? You want to keep your eyes?” Gennero steps toward the two men, who sneer but wisely shrink back as I lay a hand on Papa’s arm. His jaw is hard, brow bunched with anger as he winds his fingers into the back of my hair and tugs me next to him.

“Papa, it’s okay,” I mumble and then the unthinkable happens.

He follows me into the changing room.

Or, to be more precise, he leads the way. He grabs a chair from nearby, ignores Nina’s polite protests that the changing rooms are for one person at a time, and locks the door behind me.

“Get naked,” he orders, rubbing the front of his pants as he drops the chair next to the wall.

My heart comes up in my throat as I freeze, wondering what everyone in the shop must be thinking.

“You know those two fucks had hard-ons looking at you. You’re a cock-tease, even when you’re not trying.” Before I can reply, Papa’s hands spin my shoulders, facing me toward the mirrored wall, then he crowds me against the slick glass surface, tugging down my leggings with a rough grunt all the way to my knees as I bite back a yelp.

My lusty panting steams up the mirror as my cheek presses to the coolness. Gennero’s hands grip the globes of my ass as he leans down, sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and rasps his teeth along my neck, making me shiver and flatten my hands onto the mirror.

“If I could cut off every dick you make hard besides mine in this lifetime, I would. I don’t like men looking at you. Thinking of you. I’m going to have to keep you locked up, chained to the wall or dress you in a fucking cardboard box with a pillowcase over your head. Otherwise, there will be a trail of body parts wherever we go.”

His words make me shiver. There’s truth in them, as wild as they sound. I believe he would do what he says.

My mother and stepfather never talked much about Gennero. Only to say that he was the man no one dared to cross. And if they did, it was only once.

He’s got a streak of danger in him that should rouse fear in me, but it doesn’t. The opposite. In fact, the idea of him tearing into another man for looking at me makes the wrangle of tension in my core tighten.

“You flirt with any man, understand you are signing his death warrant. That’s a lot of responsibility, I know, but I can’t stop what I feel. You hold the fate of men in your hands, Carina, you will be a serial killer without ever getting blood on your hands.”

My inner walls squeeze as his teeth pinch on my earlobe, his erection against my bare bottom. His hands slide up under my fuzzy sweater to grip my breasts as I arch my back, laying my head back against his shoulder, my body begging for more of what my he gives me.

“I’ll only flirt with you, Papa. I promise.”

“Damn fucking right,” he replies, but my heart is breaking.

“Papa.” I start, my body going rigid as he meets my eyes in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?” He ease back, the intensity in his eyes changing, sensing I’m uneasy.

“It’s dumb, but-”

“Nothing is dumb if it’s bothering you, what? Ask, tell me, right now.”

“You and-” I gather my bravery. “You don’t have something going on…with Lucy.”

His eyes turn dark and he physically winces. “No. No, no, no, no. Why would you think…”

I shrug, his body inching back from mine. “I saw you guys look at each other, like you had a secret, I just, guess it made me wonder.”

“Never, I haven’t touched a woman in so fucking long. You are it. Lucy is special, but not like you. I have zero interest in any other female and I won’t. For the rest of my life. I swear on my life.”

I release a calming breath, the look on his face enough to convince me. “I believe you. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t ruin our little moment.”

“Never. And, I bet that teasing little cunt of yours is still as wet as I think it is.”

His rough hand leaves one of my breasts to delve into the clutching heat between my legs as I push back, opening myself for him. He kicks my legs apart, fingers pushing, pressing, entering as his hot breath, scented with peppermint schnapps, heats my shoulder.

“Soaking. Messy, dripping, horny little girl for her old man.” I turn my head and meet his eyes in the mirror as his fingers wiggle on my clit, making me hiss and bite into my cheek.

“Only for you, Papa,” I mumble, his hips bucking against my bottom as his brow cinches tight, his fingers on my breast digging in as I labor to breathe, my legs trembling, knowing this is what I want.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Not just the soft lovemaking. I want this. Hard and demanding and dangerous.

“Time that mouth learned what my thick candy cane tastes like. You do a good job, I’m going to give you a nice surprise at the end. Now, get ready, baby, Santa wants his cock sucked.”

Gennero

She is perfect. I almost hate myself for being so rough with her. So vile and degrading, but from the way her pussy is streaming down her leg, my little granddaughter likes her old man filthy.