by Lauren Wood
The amount that she had to take was like that of a tidal wave that had taken her quite by surprise. She looked into his eyes and she heard him moan with a certain delight that only her body could give him. She was actually looking forward to seeing the Caldor women having their way with him and with her at the same time. That was for another time and this was for only the two of them. She never believed that there could be real lasting love in her life. “I see in his eyes and I am not the only one that is feeling it deep down into my very core. Our union is forever sealed and we will never be apart for the rest of our lives. That is the gift that I give to him and I have a feeling that he will give me that back freely and openly.”
There was no holding back and they both grunted and groaned through their own personal release. They couldn’t stop and they continued to move from one position to another, until they lie there smoking from the friction that they had endured. Her little hole was chaffed and his cock was raw. They lie there with a satisfied glow about them and then they turned and started all over again. It wasn’t, until they had nothing left to give that they could barely look at each other.
It wasn’t long after that she found out that she was pregnant with triplets. His essence was very potent and they were going to have an instant brood of three instead of just the normal one of a kind. He had gotten what he wanted and that was someone that was good for breeding. She had gotten what she wanted and that was a man that loved her with a devotion that was beyond anything that she had ever felt before. Her parents were elated that she had gotten together with the prince. She was not going to play favorites and only those that were worthy of the planet’s resources would get them. Scarlet and the prince did take the journey to the youthful springs. It rejuvenated them and made them feel 10 years younger.
They were happy and the only thing that mattered was their pleasure and the business that they conducted on a daily basis. Everybody was behind them and even those that weren’t decided that it was best not to rock the boat. They had awakened a new era of understanding and together they were going to abolish the old ways. They had everything they wanted and those children were going to be born from the love of a man and woman that cared enough for each other that they would sacrifice their lives to protect each other. There would be understanding and there would be no room for the barbaric acts that had been present in the past. The future would have new leaders and their children would be born into a world that they could be proud to take over when the time came.
THE END
FILTHY PROFESSOR SERIES
BOOK – 1
Blurb
I was married…not anymore.
She’s my daughter’s age…I don’t care.
Rita is hot. Rita is innocent. I want to corrupt her.
What would it take to have her?
I have needs…needs that make me yearn for her body.
Stepping over that line is career suicide.
Breaching the trust will feel so good.
I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Her nubile body will be mine.
He says one thing…his body screams something else.
I want to run away. I want to stop myself from feeling this way about him.
Fantasies can’t possibly live up to the reality.
Damian is a girl’s wet dream come true.
How can this be right when it feels so wrong? I want his cock.
A man like him satisfies the eyes. I want him for my first.
I want to fuck with abandon. I have no interest in boys.
I want Damian to teach me about S-E-X.
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Chapter 1
Rita
“I don’t know how you managed to talk me into this. My father won’t understand. He expects me to go into politics and that’s not where my passion lies. I have you to thank for pushing me into doing this.” I stood there looking at my friend Kirkland and I only wished that we could’ve been more. I just didn’t feel that way about him. I found out later his tastes revolved around the same sex.
“It didn’t take much to open up your eyes, Rita. We’ve been friends a long time and I know when you’re not happy. A bottle of a wine later and I finally had you spilling the beans.” He had on an outfit that made him look like he was on his way to a country club. The sweater over his shoulders gave him the air of sophistication.
The lineup for registration was significantly shorter for night classes. It was the only way that I was going to get my degree in journalism. My job playing the assistant to my father kept me busy during the day.
“I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. I’ve already been taking classes on the Internet. It’s amazing what you can find if you’re willing to look.” I didn’t want to say anything about my extracurricular activities behind closed doors. I had a dirty mind and nobody knew it.
“This is only the first step. Stepping into the class is when you’re going to finally see what you’re made of. It’s about time you take what you learn and apply it to real life.” His blond hair was natural and no doubt matched the carpet.
I was a sassy redhead, but I didn’t have the fiery temper to go along with the stereotype. I was quite fanatical about everything being a certain way. It was what made me a valuable commodity in any workplace environment.
My interest in journalism came when I found evidence of embezzlement in my father’s campaign. His longtime manager was squirreling away hundreds of thousands of dollars. Nobody would’ve found out had I not gone snooping when I found something of a discrepancy. My father was not very receptive until I gave him clear-cut proof of his wrongdoing.
“I’ve had the journalism bug for quite some time. They say once it’s in your blood you never get rid of it.” Kirkland was holding my hand. Without him, I’m sure that I would have run away before I had the chance to make the necessary deposit. I was terrified and my hands were trembling.
“I thought I saw a certain something in your eye when you brought that man to justice. I had never seen you any happier. I tried to talk to you about it, but you constantly waved me away dismissively. I’m glad that your father had to go on the road and it gave us time to have a very frank discussion.” He had shown up on the weekend brandishing the bottle of wine and two chick flicks.
“You’ve always known that I was a sucker for anything with Hugh Grant. It has to be the accent. I know he’s old enough to be my father.” Kirkland was keeping himself in the closet and sneaking around with someone of like mind. I was the only one he trusted with his secret. It was hard not to snicker. His father was oblivious and was constantly trying to fix him up.
“We’ve known each other long enough to understand when one of us is trying to hide something from the other. I was never one to give up easily on my friends.” He had the ability to read between the lines. It was the reason why he was going to make a great psychologist after he finished his last year in college.
I had my red hair pulled back into pigtails. It gave me that innocent quality to sneak underneath the radar.
“I haven’t been happy for quite some time. I just have no idea how I’m going to break the news to my father when the time comes.” He had raised me as a single parent after my mother ran off with an aerobics instructor. It was hard on him, but it didn’t stop him from dating those that only wanted to get their hands in his pockets.
“He may not understand at first, but he only wants you to be happy.” The nervous energy was in the air and I could practically cut it with a knife.
“I never gave him any indication that I wanted something different. This is going to totally blind side him. There’s no point in rocking the boat this close to the election. He’s going to need full control of his faculties.” I was only making excuses. Kirkland was shaking his head in disbelief that I was using this as some kind of crutch.
“It’s like anything and you can either take off the band aid slowly or rip it off. My advice may seem hypocritical considering my own reluctance to
tell my family about Gerald.” He had found someone worthy of his affection and I could only hope to be as happy as he was.
“It’s all about timing. I trust that you’ll know what to do when the time comes. You know that I will be there holding your hand the entire way. I will be your support system.” I didn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in my life. Kirkland was there when my mother decided that it was too much work to be a mother.
“You’re shaking like a leaf.” He took off his sweater and he draped it over my shoulders like a true gentleman. I could only hope for the same treatment from the man that I gave my heart to.
I had heard several horror stories from friends about their first times. I didn’t want to repeat the same mistake by getting involved with someone with very little experience. It would’ve been like the blind leading the blind.
“I’m glad you’re here and I doubt that I would’ve been able to go through with this without you.” The black leather skirt was tight over my hips and the man’s shirt was tied in a way to expose my midriff.
I could sense the guys staring at me and wondering what it would take to have my panties lying on their bedroom floor. Some were blatant by licking their lips and some were standoffish moving back and forth on the balls of their feet. It didn’t matter and their intentions were pretty damn clear from where I was standing.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Rita. Gerald has his reservations about our relationship and he thinks that I’m spending too much time with you. There’s no reason for him to be jealous. I have more than enough love to give the both of you in different ways.” I had contemplated convincing Kirkland to jump off the fence for one night. I just couldn’t find the right words when we were alone together.
“I feel like I’m drunk, unsteady on my feet and the room is spinning counterclockwise.” I had tried to avoid the hard stuff during any party, but I had the misfortune of being introduced to tequila. It was lucky that Kirkland was there. He was able to pull me back before I did something regrettable with a freshman.
“I want you to take a few deep breaths. We both do meditation and yoga. The man that you end up with is going to be one lucky man. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anybody bend like you do.” I was always quite agile and being double jointed gave me an unfair advantage. I never did capitalize on it.
I was at the front of the line with the pen in my hand. The girl was saying something. The only thing that I could hear was the crinkling of the paper.
I suddenly perked up and I closed my eyes to the fragrance of someone’s cologne. It was quite strong and gave me the impression of someone that was not a teenage horn dog.
“Your hand has stopped trembling and whatever you’re thinking about is doing the trick. Let’s go over here and fill that out.” He was dragging me away from what could’ve been the man of my dreams. I didn’t see him, but the aroma was like sex personified.
“I’m not sure what it is, but I feel a strangely calming influence.” I looked around for the source, but there was no way to pinpoint where it was coming from. I didn’t have time to date. I wanted something more than just to sit there making idle chit chat. There was only one thing on their mind and it had nothing to do with a white picket fence.
I breezed through the registration and found myself forking out the necessary fee for the class and the books to go along with it. The professor’s name was Damian Cloud. I didn’t know much about him, but I could easily find out by doing my due diligence.
There was no substitute for the real thing. The very brief description of his credentials showed that he was quite accomplished in the journalism field. I was looking forward to meeting him on my first day…or should I say my first night.
Chapter 2
Damian
“I should be out there living by the seat of my pants. You know what they say?” Blaine was a colleague and someone that I found it necessary to confide in.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There was no reason why he should and it wasn’t like he had the respect of his peers.
“I’ve lived more than anybody and this feels like a step down. They say that those that can’t do teach and that doesn’t apply to me.” I felt trapped like an animal. I wanted to gnaw my arm off to get away from the tedious boredom of day to day life.
“Damian, there’s no shame in taking this position for the interim. Your divorce was ugly and cost you half of what you earn. You no longer have the luxury of taking the assignments that catch your attention. Living beyond your means makes it necessary for you to jump at this opportunity.” I thought that I was doing the right thing. Blaine had been quite convincing.
The money was nothing to sneeze at, but the classroom didn’t hold the appeal of real life. These kids had to learn there was more to life than textbooks.
“It’s easy for you to say and you’ve never had the need to keep up with the Joneses. If I only took your advice, I probably wouldn’t be here.” Blaine was the only one who had the balls to tell me what he thought when I was marrying for the first time. It was the reason why we had lost touch. I couldn’t have his negative energy.
Looking at Blaine, I was reminded of the stuffy professor that I had before I finally broke free of academia. I had no interest in wearing glasses or sporting a coat with patches on the elbows. If I was going to do this then I was going to do this my way.
“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen to me. Everybody has to learn the hard way. I’m not one to tell you I told you so. Unfortunately, it means that you’re going to have to bite the bullet and walk into that classroom with your head held high.” Blaine was giving me a pep talk over a caffeine injection right into my veins.
The coffee was black and was the perfect pick me up to give me the courage to start this new chapter in my life. I had tried dating, but they were already jaded from past relationships. They were looking for the quick fix.
“I don’t need to rehash history. I did sneak a peek at some of the new recruits last week at registration. I honestly don’t see any potential. I would be very surprised to see anybody rise to the cream of the crop.” It wasn’t fair of me to make snap judgments. There could be a diamond in the rough and it was just a matter of polishing off the rough exterior.
“I really don’t have time to hold your hand.” I gave him a dirty look and he whistled a happy tune going out the door.
I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror hoping that I would recognize the man that I used to be before she took my nuts. I was a little weathered around the eyes, but I still had my hair and I was in relatively good health.
I was going to be a breath of fresh air in the classroom. I was hitting my stride at 45. I looked younger like I had found the fountain of youth. I improvised by using my environment as my own personal gym. I liked to think of myself as an innovator and I was never in one place long enough to have a gym membership.
I moved my hands through my hair and looked at how dejected my eyes looked. I had to put this past me and my friends kept telling me the best way to do that was to get underneath someone. I was pretty selective and Jennifer had been the only one to tie me down to a commitment.
I was like the honey bee flitting from one flower to another to pollinate before moving on.
I rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt, taking off the red tie and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons. The black pants were perfectly accented by my belt with a silver skull on the buckle. It was my way of defiantly snubbing my nose at authority.
I walked down the hallway carrying the brand new briefcase in brown leather. It was given to me by my father. He was living in an assisted care home for the elderly. Amazingly, he wasn’t wilting away and had blossomed by becoming the Casanova of the group. He proved to me age was only a number.
Looking out the window, I saw the cherry red 98 Wrangler Jeep. I breathed a sigh of relief that I was able to keep it after the divorce. I had to beg on bended knee to keep it out of her hands
. Of course, I had to give something back in return which turned out to be a priceless collection of rare books by Shakespeare.
I had already read the volumes and it seemed pointless to keep them around gathering dust. I was never going to pick them up again and I couldn’t say the same thing about the Jeep calling my name.
It was my guilty pleasure for hitting the open road whenever the urge came over me. Putting the top down and letting the wind blow through my hair took me back to my teenage years of being carefree.
These kids had no idea what they were in store for when they finally were ready to make their mark in the world. I had to prepare them for the never ending rejection. It was my job to give them the tools. What they did with them was entirely in their hands.
I had noticed one girl last week firing on all cylinders. Her body was banging and worth a second look. I found myself mesmerized by her eyes and everything below the waist had me hungering for something off limits.
Staring at her, I recognized the need unfurling in my pants and I wanted desperately to cross the line of good taste. I think she knew I was there. I stood no more than a few feet away from her and yet it felt like she was just out of reach. The university was a smorgasbord of fresh young faces. It would be like taking candy from a baby. I just didn’t get that impression from her and the challenge was easily the highlight of my day.
This job was nothing to me. It was a means to an end. The first chance I got, I would be on the first flight to some war ravaged country at the expense of my editor. There were too many freelance photographers without journalistic integrity. It was something vastly lacking from the next generation which I hoped to instill in their young minds.
