DIRTY ADDICTION:Short Filthy Stories

MY PROFESSOR CO$K IS MY NEW STEPDAD CO$k 2

Chapter 2

“Page twenty three right Professor Voss?”

I asked it with my voice already shaking as I held the leather journal open in my lap, my fingers gripping the edges so tight my knuckles turned white.

The words on the page blurred for a second because my heart was pounding so hard after everything that had just happened.

Elias Voss stood right in front of me, his tall frame blocking most of the light from the window, his eyes locked on my face like he could see every dirty thought running through my head.

“Yes Riley. Start from the top. Read every word exactly as I wrote it. No skipping. No rushing.”

His voice stayed deep and calm but the way he watched me made my stomach twist with nervous heat.

He leaned back against the edge of his desk crossing his arms over his chest as he waited.

I swallowed hard and looked down at the page, my cheeks already burning.

“She is twenty and still so damn innocent.

I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my c**k down her tight throat until she gags and drools spit running down her chin.”

My voice cracked on the word “c**k” and I felt fresh slickness soak into my panties.

My n*****s tightened again, rubbing against my bra with every shaky breath.

I could not believe I was saying these things out loud to my professor.

Elias did not move but his eyes darkened. “Slower Riley. Say the filthy words properly. Pronounce ‘c**k’ like you mean it. Again from there.”

I took a deeper breath, my thighs pressing together under the desk.

“Teach her how to take every thick inch of my c**k down her tight throat until she gags and drools spit running down her chin.”

“Good girl.” He nodded once his gaze dropping to my mouth then lower to where my chest rose and fell too fast. “Keep going. Describe what happens next.”

I kept reading my voice getting softer and breathier with every line.

“I want to watch her virgin p***y stretch around me while she cries and calls me Daddy begging me to pump her full of c*m until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that young cunt now.”

The word “cunt” felt so dirty coming from my mouth that my p***y clenched hard sending another rush of wetness between my legs.

I shifted in the chair trying to hide how turned on I was getting but Elias noticed everything.

“Stop.” He pushed off the desk and stepped closer.

“Your voice is trembling on the dirty parts. That pleases me Riley. It shows me how innocent you still are.

Now touch your thighs while you read the next paragraph. Run your hands slowly up and down them. Feel how warm your skin is because of my words.”

My eyes widened but I obeyed my hands moving to rest on my thighs just below the hem of my skirt.

I started reading again, my palms sliding slowly over my own skin. “Last night I imagined her again those small perky t**s perfect for my hands and that tight little hole that has never been properly f****d.

I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice.”

As I spoke my fingers moved higher on my thighs, the light touch making my skin tingle.

My p***y felt swollen and slick now the ache building with every word I read out loud.

Elias watched me like a predator studying every little reaction the way my breath hitched and the way my n*****s poked visibly against my sweater.

“Very good.” His voice dropped lower. “Now touch your neck Riley. Lightly. Let your fingers brush under your jaw while you tell me how wet your little p***y is getting from reading about me breeding that shy girl.”

I lifted one hand to my neck, my fingertips grazing the sensitive skin there as I continued.

“Then I would bend her over and f**k her raw until she screams she belongs to me. Fill her deep with load after load so she cannot hide who bred her.”

A soft whimper slipped out of me before I could stop it.

My fingers trembled on my neck and my other hand gripped my thigh tighter.

Heat flooded my face because I could feel how soaked my panties were getting the fabric sticking to my folds.

This was so wrong but my body was responding so strongly to his calm commands and the filthy words I was forced to say.

Elias circled around the desk slowly coming to stand behind my chair. “Stand up Riley. Keep the journal in your hands and keep reading. I want to see your body while you speak my fantasies.”

I stood on shaky legs, my skirt brushing against my thighs as I held the journal open.

He moved closer without touching me at first just circling me slowly like he was inspecting something he already owned.

His fingers lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there but enough to make my breath catch.

“Continue.” He said it right next to my ear his voice low and rough. “Read the part about edging her. Tell me exactly what you feel between your legs while you say it.”

I kept reading, my voice breathy and uneven. “I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me.

Her tight little cunt would clench around nothing begging for my thick c**k to stretch it open.”

As I spoke his hand brushed my waist again, this time staying a little longer, his fingers tracing the curve just above my hip without going lower.

My knees felt weak. My p***y was throbbing now so wet I worried it might start dripping down my thighs if he kept this up.

I wanted to press my legs together but I stayed still because he had not told me to move.

“Such a good shy girl.” Elias murmured his breath warm against my neck. “Your flush is beautiful Riley.

The way your body reacts to my words tells me everything. Now put the journal down on the desk and use your hand to show me.”

He guided my free hand down toward the hem of my skirt his fingers barely touching mine as he whispered close to my ear. “Lift your skirt Riley. Show me how wet the words are making that innocent little p***y of yours. Let me see the spot on your panties.”

My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy.

My fingers trembled as they reached the hem of my skirt starting to lift the fabric slowly.

The distant sound of footsteps echoed in the empty hallway outside the office, someone walking past the door.

I froze with my skirt halfway up my thighs, my face burning with shame and excitement at the same time my p***y aching for whatever came next.