My Dirty Professor

by Cassandra Dee

  “Big boy, help me for a minute, will you?” I ask slyly. “Take your hands off your dick for a sec and hold this for me?”

  He gasps and grips the end with the net so that the pole juts out forward. Slowly, I mount it, rubbing the pole between my legs, riding it and grinding my pussy against that stainless steel.

  “Look,” I direct breathily. “See how wet the metal is now? See how it’s dripping with my juices? Feels so good,” I moan.

  Stone lets out another incoherent sound, a deep growl in his chest. His eyes are on fire, glued to my twat. For good measure, I reach a hand down and part my pussy lips so that my labia splits over the pole. Then I begin riding it horizontally, sliding up and down that slick, smooth metal.

  “Ummm,” I sigh, throwing my head back. “Ummm.” The contact feels so good, the pole sliding against my clit, a camel toe ride on the unsuspecting rake.

  Stone is practically salivating now as he licks his lips hungrily. His dick is already weeping. A steady stream of semen forms a wet spot on the lounger as the sperm pools on the water-resistant fabric, shiny and so tantalizing.

  I giggle. “Looks tasty, big boy. I’ll be drinking that later,” I announce with a wink, nodding at the secret sauce. And I mean to; I plan on dipping my head and lapping up that extra semen. There’s no point in wasting a drop. But in the meantime, there’s still this rake.

  Slowly, I stop grinding and swing a leg over it so that I’m standing in front of the tool, the metal handle jutting out. Licking my palm first, I rub the blue rubber tip. The material is warm already and slick from my saliva. I smile at my former teacher.

  “Hold it steady, will you?” I purr. Turning around, I lean over and pull my ass cheeks apart, showing him everything – my slickly dripping cunt and my little anal hole winking and flirting.

  Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I moan throatily, meeting his eyes in a lustful gaze.

  “Put it in, will you?” I murmur. Stone is only too happy to oblige. Carefully, he angles the pool rake so that the tip is right at my pussy hole, and with gentle pressure, he begins to push it in. I moan again, feeling the tip kiss my lips as my labia parts around the rubber grip.

  “More,” I moan, my head dropping between my shoulders, as I reach down to grab my ankles. “Push it in.”

  And with that, Stone obeys. Growling, his eyes on fire and glued to my twat, he slowly penetrates me with the equipment. He’s careful, oh so careful, not to hurt me as he slides it in, using the gentlest pressure to make sure my pussy isn’t reamed too hard.

  But I’ve been a year without a man, and I need more, harder, faster. So I tell him so. Without lifting my head, I command him from between my thighs. “Fuck me with it, big boy. Pretend it’s you, and fuck me with it.”

  Stone obliges. He pushes the rake into me, one inch, two inches, more until I have at least seven inches embedded in my cunt. My pussy lips grip the pole, and my insides are oh so fucked. And it feels amazing. I’ve been celibate since my teacher left. I haven’t let any man inside, restricting myself to my fingers and the occasional toy. So the feeling of being fucked once more, of having something deep inside, of the man I love pounding me hard with this stand-in dick, drives me to the highest ecstasy.

  “Ohhh fuck,” I whine as he pounds the rake in and out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant.

  The big man is just as turned on as I am.

  “You asked for it,” he grinds out nastily, his movements becoming jerky as his pounding becomes fiercer. “You nasty slut, your slutty cunt wanted this rake up your hole.”

  I just moan in affirmation, my face flushed and my entire body on fire as shivers run through my form. My cunt is so fucked. Jiggles of electricity pulse through my tight and achy pelvic region. My entire body rides up and down as it’s pounded from the back. And after a few more strokes, I lose it. My pussy gives it up, clamping, clenching, and jerking on the rod inside.

  “Fuuuuck!” I scream, throwing my head back and letting loose, not caring if anyone hears. We’re probably alone at Stone’s manor, but who knows – maybe he has help that’s watching, scandalized, their eyes open and their tongues out, from a kitchen window.

  The thought that I might be performing for strangers cranks up the heat further. My pussy spasms like an animal, the hot pink flesh gripping the steel rod within, pulsing and creaming all over the metal. Gushes of fluid stream out of my hole, flowing down my thighs; the rivulets run all the way to my ankles.

  “Fuck!” I scream again, tossing my hair this way and that. My eyes are clenched in agony and my face is tight and strained as my boobs heave and bounce below. “Fuck!” I scream. My abs clench and my thighs tense, the thick muscles straining with ecstasy.

  But Stone isn’t the type to let the pool rake do all of the work. Jealous all of a sudden, he yanks it out of my pussy and throws the offending tool to the ground. I turn to look at him swiftly, questioning, my mouth open and my eyes beseeching. How can he take it out of me when I’m so desperate, my pussy still shaking mid-orgasm?

  But the answer is right there in front of me. Without losing a beat, my ex-teacher lines himself up at my pussy and fucks me doggy-style, his big dick punching all the way back and bouncing off my cervix, filling me up and fucking me deep.

  “Aiee!” I squeal. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  “That’s right,” the big man grunts between forceful pumps, his hips almost ricocheting off my ass, I’m so juicy and he’s so strong. “That’s what you get for teasing me, you fucking slut.”

  I just squeal louder, almost lifted in the air by his big dick. Like a pig on a spit, I’m dangling, stuffed by his huge rod.

  “Aiee!” I squeal again. “Ohhhh!”

  But Stone is too aroused. He’s been watching me dance around nude for ten minutes now, witnessing as I took a rod up my snatch, and fucking me with said rod. So he gives a few more violent thrusts, a few more heaves, and grips my hips tightly as my boobs bounce below. I’m barely balancing on my tippy toes as his cock pounds in and out.

  And with a roar, a masculine shout of energy and possession, Stone comes deep in my cunt, spurting lash after lash of semen into my depths, coating me with his milk. His heavenly sperm is so tangy, sticky, and hot in my insides.

  The feeling of him, the sensation of his hot juices unloading in me as his dick jerks in my beautiful pussy, makes me come again. Or rather, my orgasm has never stopped, so the first one rolls right into the second. My pussy trembles with renewed tremors, so hard and so violent, that I almost shake him loose. But Stone is aggressive, sensuous, and forceful, and he holds me onto him, pinning me with his dick as I quiver and jerk, panting and thrashing. My ass heaves up and down as my body is overcome with ecstasy.

  Finally, when it’s over and both of our bodies are sated and sweaty, his dick still embedded deep within my swollen folds, I turn to look at him, my eyes wide.

  Stone just smiles knowingly and runs a big hand down my back, stroking the sensuous curve and savoring my womanly proportions.

  “Baby,” he growls even as his eyes dance. “I love you so much. You’re so fucking tasty, so fucking dirty … and exactly right for me.”

  I coo again, jiggling my ass a little. This makes him groan, the cords of his throat standing out as he tries to control the sensations coursing through his dick.

  But I’m not having it. I want him to lose it, to feel just what he’s been missing.

  “Stone,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes and teasing him even more. “There’s so much we can do. Toys, fruits, veggies, wine bottles, pool toys, everything around the house. And by the way,” I say as his eyes light up, growing hungry again. “I love you too.”

  And at that, he leans down for a deep kiss, and I crane my head over my shoulder to meet his lips in a soulful lock, pouring every ounce of emotion into the contact. His big hands reach under me to stroke my breasts.

  “Baby girl,” he groans against my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

>   With a naughty look in my eyes, I smile once more at him. “I know,” I murmur, smiling sweetly at him. “I know.”

  And with that, my teacher begins moving in me once more. This time, the slide is so sensuous and so dirty that we are both ready to cream after just a few moments. But what makes it good, what takes things to a new level, is the love between us and the knowledge that we’ll work it out, somehow, some way.

  After all, we’d started out illicitly, a teacher making love to his student in a dark classroom, the shades drawn as people walked outside unsuspecting. And yet, we’d survived. We’d graduated to something else – an adult man and woman, secure in our affection and secure in our passion. It hasn’t been easy, it hasn’t been straightforward, and the path included a painful year of separation.

  But you know what? Even that has given me time to grow up, and I’m glad for it. Because Stone is mine now, for keeps, and there is no way I’ll ever let him go. He’ll always be my teacher, in bed and out, in life, in emotional development, in everything … and I look forward to every second of our future together.

  EPILOGUE

  Stone

  A year later …

  “Hanson,” she pants below me, her legs spread and her cunt creaming wetly as I pummel her. “Hanson, Hanson!”

  I growl deep in my throat. “Fuck you,” I rumble, a big hand coming up to circle around that lovely swan’s neck, sinuous and elegant even with her spread eagle beneath me. “Don’t you fucking call me that,” I threaten again.

  But a spark has alighted in Evie’s eyes, and she laughs throatily even as I pound into her. Her mouth is slightly open, those luscious lips pink, soft, and swollen already with my kisses. But the brunette doesn’t let up, teasing me more and trailing her long nails down my back, scratching me a little as she drives me to new heights.

  “Hannie,” she murmurs this time. “Hannie, Hannie, Hannie,” she moans before letting out a long squeal as her eyes snap shut, her face strained as she comes. “Ohhhhh!”

  I do just what I’d promised. We’ve been playing for the last couple of hours with a cucumber – mid-size, nothing too outrageous. Normally, we go for big toys. My little girl is tight and small, but she likes penetration; she likes harboring monsters in that pussy. But this cucumber is different because it’s going up her ass.

  And the slut deserves it. She knows I hate the name Hanson, that it’s a lame family legacy. No one ever calls me that; it’s on my birth certificate, but nothing more. I am Stone through and through, and I have been my whole life, but Evie knows exactly how to push my buttons and drive me over the edge.

  So she’d teased me, calling me Hanson as we made love, and the blood had flowed to my dick, my fury rising with every gasp of that fucking nickname, with every panted, “Hannie!”

  And I’ve finally had enough. As my dick pounds into her, thrashing that sweet snatch, I stealthily reach for the cucumber on the bedside table, already lubed with spit and pussy juice from an hour of foreplay. And with a vengeful thrust, I jam it against her anus. That little hole pops open with the pressure, and the head of the cucumber jolts in, skewering her behind on the slick green skin.

  “Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” Evie screams, her eyes flying open with surprise and shock as she’s simultaneously pummeled by me and the green monster. “Oh god!”

  And between forceful thrusts, I growl. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. That’s what you get for teasing me,” I hiss nastily against her mouth, my hips going like pistons, forcing her cunt to take me deep. “I can feel that fucking cucumber through your pussy wall. It’s stroking my dick as you squirm, you know that? Keep going, keep thrashing; it just makes it better for me.”

  The brunette squeals again, her plump body sweaty and soft, jerking and twisting as I take her two ways, my hips and my hand busy against her pussy and her butt.

  “Keep going,” I pant, devouring a nipple as I slam my pole in again and again. “Keep going, little butt slut.”

  And with that, the little girl gives it up. With a deep, guttural moan that crescendos into a full-fledged scream, the girl comes like a tornado, her pussy and anus clamping around the poles within her, milking my hot rod and squeezing me for all I’m worth.

  With my own mighty roar, I unleash as well. Ream after ream of virile semen shoots into her, spraying her insides and forcing load after load of sperm up that hot cavern. It’s so good I almost stop right there, reveling in the intense sensation of her pussy wrapped around my dick. But I want it both ways, and I’m not about to lose out to this lame cucumber.

  So I yank the vegetable out and, with one swift move, jerk my cock out and thrust into her asshole, pushing deep into that dry, musty space. Oh shit, she’s so tight back here; it doesn’t even matter that the cucumber has stretched her out first. Both of Evie’s holes are always so small and so dirty, squeezing me and rubbing up and down my dick. The friction is delicious and the slide so good that I cream more, my cock spurting like I hadn’t come just two seconds ago. Man milk spurts up that back hole, lubing up her ass with my sperm.

  “Ahhhh!” the brunette screams again, her body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh, Stone!”

  “That’s more like it,” I growl through rough pumps. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”

  But the brunette is too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing. My dick is embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heave and jerk, our fluids mixing. The sperm and pussy nectar are so copious, so abundant, that the sheets are soaked through. We’ll have to do another load of laundry again.

  But that’s one of the perks of being rich. There are people to do the cleaning for you, and I want Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I go for it. After it’s over, I tease her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.

  “Baby, was it good for you?” I pant, smiling as my hand absentmindedly sweeps over her pussy.

  Evie moans and stretches languorously, and the contact is electric, even after an hour of mind-blowing sex. Because, of course, it wasn’t accidental. I never touch Evie’s pussy accidentally; it’s always purposeful, with a thought to what my best girl wants, what she craves.

  “Stone,” she murmurs throatily, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “You know it’s always amazing.”

  I growl low in my throat because that’s the truth of it. It’s always good between us. My girl and I are connected physically and emotionally on a level I’ve never experienced before. After all, I’d swept into her life and changed it forever. Sure, I’d taken her virginity as a high school student, but we are so much more now. Evie had moved in with me almost immediately, moved right into my bedroom in the big house.

  She’d protested at first. “I’m not sure,” the brunette had stammered, her face coloring. “You just got back,” she’d added pointedly.

  But I was having none of it and drew her close, my hands on her ass, those luscious curves bouncy and fleshy beneath my palms.

  “Either you move in here, or I move into your dorm room,” I’d growled, looking deep into her eyes.

  And she’d giggled then, swatting at my arm lightly.

  “Oh, Stone, you know you can’t live in the dorms. My room is so small. Besides, I have a roommate,” she’d added meaningfully.

  But I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Who cares?” I’d tossed out, my eyes possessive and my hands cupping those sweet ass cheeks. “Your roommate can watch us have sex, watch you come hard on my dick again and again. That’s fine by me.”

  And Evie had given in then, giggling and moving her stuff into my bedroom that very weekend. Because I need to be in her at least twice a day, if not three or four times, and fuck, if I had to move back into the dorms to get that, then so be it.

  But first, I’d needed to clarify something. Holding her shoulders, I’d stared deeply into her eyes.

  “We’re a couple now,” I had pronounced firmly. “You sleep in my bed, in my house, an
d there are no other men, ever,” I’d growled threateningly.

  Not at all intimidated, Evie had just giggled.

  “Why, Mr. Phillips, I had no idea you were so possessive,” she cooed. “Can I bring a male friend around now and then … you know, for a study session?”

  At that, my face had darkened and my brows had lowered.

  “Fuck!” I’d yelled, my fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t have any male friends; you don’t have any male teachers or male anything!”

  At that, Evie had acted really amused. “Not even my friend, Chip?” she’d teased.

  I had exploded at that stupid name. “That Chip dipshit doesn’t get near you after this,” I raged. I was so angry thinking that another man had touched my beautiful brunette during our year apart that I could hardly swallow. My chest was tight, and my lungs were barely inflating. And Evie still wanted to hang out with him? Even if it was platonic, I had been devastated all the same.

  But Evie had taken pity on me just then, placing her hand in mine.

  “Oh Stone,” she’d commented, her voice gentle, as if reading my mind. “Chip never touched me. We weren’t dating; we’ve never dated. It was always you. It has always only ever been you,” she’d clarified.

  All of the air had whooshed out of my body as the world had suddenly opened with possibilities.

  “What are you saying?” I’d asked, barely daring to breathe. Oh god, it shouldn’t have mattered. She’d had every right after all, but still, if it were true…

  Evie had just nodded.

  “Yes, Stone,” she’d smiled at me reassuringly. “No one’s ever touched me but you. Chip was just a distraction, a friend, a nobody really. It’s always been you, Mr. Phillips.”

  I had kissed her then, imbuing the contact with my adoration for the girl, how much I treasured her and how much it meant to me that I was the only man who’d ever touched her. No one else had felt that wetly creaming puss or savored her ass. Her body pulsed and trembled only for me.