Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I slide backwards across the bed, toward the dildo.

“On all fours,” he adds. “Face me.”

I turn to position myself in front of the thick cock, sticking straight out at hip height. Caleb leans over to grab my hips with one hand and the dildo with another. He guides me backwards until it’s poised at my entrance. Then he traces a finger along my slit, feeling the slick juices gathered there.

“Enjoying yourself, dirty girl?”

“So fucking much,” I murmur.

“I love how wet you are for me already.” He circles my entrance with a finger, teasing. I can feel the dildo pressing against my slit too, pushed aside by his thick, strong fingers.

“I want to see your cock. I want to touch you.”

He presses his finger against my pussy harder, the tip just edging into me. “Patience, dirty girl. You’ll get to taste me soon enough.” He pushes again, just hard enough to slide the tip of his finger into me. He goes slowly, so slow it’s maddening, driving himself into me an inch at a time. “First, I want a taste of you.”

I groan and buck against his hand as he pushes his finger as far inside my pussy as possible. I can feel him curling his finger against my inner wall, brushing down the front. When he adds a second finger, I can’t help moaning. When he adds the third, I’m already twisting my hips along his fingers, trying to thrust. But he holds me in place with his other hand, makes me sit still while he thrusts all three fingers inside me.

I can see the thick bulge in his pants, inches from my face now. Teasing. He’s visible even through his jeans, and I can only guess how large he’ll be exposed. My mouth goes wet just thinking about it.

He starts to slide his fingers in and out, fucking me slowly, all three digits thick enough to stretch my tight pussy, make me feel full.

Just when I’m starting to feel the tight, sweet ache in my clit, especially when he curls his fingers to graze my G-spot on their way along my inner walls, he pulls his hand out. I cry out faintly in protest.

Caleb just smirks at me as he lifts his fingertips to his mouth and, one at a time, slowly licks them clean. I catch my breath, watching him stare at me, ogling my naked body as he licks my pussy juices from his fingers.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs. Then he reaches for his shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion. I catch a glimpse of his six-pack, his chiseled pecs, and the tight V pointing down to his crotch. Then I’m distracted all over again, because he starts to unbutton his jeans.

Then he stops.

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He’s still smirking at me.

“I want you to push that dildo inside you, Carmine.”

I reach between my legs to feel for it. Position the head against my pussy entrance again, and slowly slide myself backwards. The moment the head pops between my pussy lips, I have to moan. It’s so thick, it stretches me even more than his fingers did.

“Farther,” he urges.

I lean back. As I do, he inches the zipper down his fly. For every inch I push the dildo inside me, he shoves his jeans down his hips, until they hang at his knees, and only his boxers separate me from his cock. I can see him standing upright at attention now, hard as hell, the shape of the head visible through the thin fabric of his boxers.

I want him. But I know he won’t give himself to me easily. So I keep easing back until the dildo is fully inside my tight, wet pussy. Then I lift my head and meet his gaze.

“Fuck the dildo, dirty girl,” he orders.

I start to rock, forward and back, slowly.

As I do, he yanks his boxers down after his jeans.

The moment his cock springs free, my mouth begins to water. Fucking. Hell.

He’s huge.

I eye the veins along his shaft, the thick head bright red with lust. He has to be at least 9″ long, and at least 3″ thick. Bigger than the dildo that I’m currently impaled on, and that’s so thick my pussy is already aching from it. I reach for him without thinking, unable to resist.

He just grins down at me, eyes hooded and dark with lust, and lets me take his cock in my hands.

“Keep fucking, Carmine,” he reminds me, and I continue to rock back and forth along the dildo, moving a little faster now as my body heats with desire. I trace my hands along his length, then peer up at him through my lashes. His head tilts back a little, and I glory in the sight of his perfect body above me, the way his eyes catch mine and burn red-hot with lust.

“Can I taste you?” I ask.

“Lick my cock,” he says. “But don’t put me in your mouth. Not yet. You need to earn this spit-roast, dirty girl.”

I don’t need telling twice. I lean down to trail my tongue along the side of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. Fuck. He even tastes good-the taste is salty and heady at once, the same heavy masculine scent that permeates his body. He smells like sex and fire all at once, and I cannot get enough of it.

I lick him from base to shaft, over and over, tracing the individual ridges of his veins, circling my tongue around his thick, bulbous tip. I reach up to cup his balls at the same time, toying with them as I continue to lick back and forth along him. I run my tongue over the top of his cock, then along the sides, and peer up at him at the same time. I love the way his lips part and his eyes go hungry as he watches me licking his cock, all the while thrusting back against the dildo, feeling it spear deep inside my pussy.

“Faster,” he orders, and I start to buck my hips faster, rocking back and forth between him and the dildo. If I close my eyes I can imagine I’m pinned between Caleb and another man, fucking me hard from behind while I lick Caleb’s cock, taste the salty bead of pre-cum that gathers on the top of his dick.

“Now, take my cock in your mouth,” he orders.

I can barely suppress the shiver of pure lust that runs through my body as I part my lips and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can still feel the dildo deep inside my pussy, and it’s driving me wild to have him between my lips. He digs his hands into my hair, gripping tight enough to make my eyes water as he slowly inches himself farther into my mouth.

“Fuck yes, just like that, dirty girl,” he hisses between clenched teeth.

Inch by inch, I take him in, letting my tongue rove across his thick, veined shaft.

“You feel that?” he asks, his voice a low, throaty groan. “You feel how full you are Carmine? With my big cock in your sexy little mouth?”

I moan in response and I’m rewarded by his hands fisting in my hair, a faint gasp escaping him. I moan again, throatier this time, and that seems to set him over the edge. He thrusts deep into my mouth, all at once, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tense, almost gagging, but he pulls my hair to get my attention. I look up at him and catch him watching me, eyes dark with lust.

“Relax, Carmine. Let me fill you completely.”

I let him take over, force my body to go slack. His cock slides into my throat, and I groan with desperation at the sensation of being so fucking full, my pussy tight around the dildo and my throat tight around his head.

Just when it becomes almost too much, when I struggle to breathe, Caleb pulls back, just far enough to let me catch my breath, the tip of his cock still between my lips. Then he thrusts into my mouth again, and I relax into him, finding our rhythm. He pumps his cock against my face mercilessly, the motion rocking me back against the dildo with every thrust until it feels like he’s fucking me from both ends at once. The whole time he keeps a tight hold on my hair, and every time I glance up at him, he’s watching me with indescribable, desperate lust, like he cannot drink in enough of what he’s seeing.

“Fuck yes you dirty little girl, take me all the way inside you. Take every inch of my thick cock. You feel that?”

I moan.

“You like that dirty girl? You like me stuffing both your holes at once?”

I reach up to cup his ass and pull him against my face in response, ramming his cock against the back of my throat again. He groans, a low sound, so guttural it almost sounds like a growl.

We’re close. I can feel it. My whole body is tense with the need to orgasm, and I can sense Caleb’s abs flexing in response for his own. I want it, so fucking badly. I want to taste his cum. I want him to come in my throat while he’s stuffing me full like this. I clench my fists tight around the muscles of his rock hard ass.

But just when we’re almost there, he pulls back. I gasp in protest as I lose my grip on him, and his cock drops out of my mouth. He steps back, away from me, leaving me on all fours, hips still against the wall, the dildo still deep in my pussy.

I was so fucking close. Dammit.

Caleb smirks at me, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He does, I’m sure. “Did you think I’d let you finish that easily, Carmine?” He shakes his head, tsking a little, as if he’s disappointed.

Then he crooks a finger to me. “Come here.”

I hesitate. Slowly, I crawl away from the wall. The dildo pops out of my pussy with a slick wet sound, and his smirk widens.

“Enjoying yourself, were you?”

I swallow hard and manage to nod.

“Don’t worry. We’re only just getting started.” He tilts his head and eyes me, as though planning his next move. It makes my belly go tight, wondering what he could be planning. What he’ll do to me next. There are plenty of options given my collection of goodies. But somehow, I have a feeling whatever he does, I’ll be surprised.

“Turn around,” he says. It sounds even more commanding and sexy in his accent. The accent I can’t get enough of. If he never stopped talking once, I’d be happy.