DIRTY ADDICTION:Short Filthy Stories

MY PROFESSOR CO$K IS MY NEW STEPDAD CO$K 3

Chapter 3

“Should I really lift my skirt higher Professor Voss? Someone might hear us in the hallway.”

I whispered it with my voice all shaky while my fingers stayed frozen at the hem of my skirt halfway up my thighs.

My soaked panties were already showing the dark wet patch right over my p***y and I could feel my juices sticking to my folds every time I shifted my weight. Elias Voss stood so close behind me that his body heat wrapped around me like a wall, his breath brushing the back of my neck.

“Yes Riley. Lift it all the way up. Show me exactly how wet my words made that tight little cunt of yours. Do not hide it from me.” His voice stayed low and steady but the husky edge in it made my stomach flip and my c**t throb harder.

I bit my lip and slowly pulled my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist.

Cool office air hit my wet panties, making me shiver. The dark spot had spread so much the thin fabric clung to my swollen p***y lips outlining every curve.

A thin string of slick had even started to drip down my inner thigh.

“Look at that mess.” Elias murmured, sounding pleased.

“Your innocent p***y is dripping just from reading my fantasies out loud.

Now slide your hand inside your panties Riley. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your c**t in slow circles while I watch.”

My face burned with shame but my hand moved anyway slipping under the waistband of my panties.

My fingers found my soaked slit and I gasped softly as I started rubbing my swollen c**t.

The touch sent sharp sparks of pleasure through my whole body making my knees weak.

“Slow down. Control your breathing.” He coached me with that clinical tone that somehow made everything dirtier. “Breathe deep into your belly. Feel how slick and puffy your cunt is. Circle your c**t gently. Do not rush it. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels really sensitive, Professor.” I breathed out my voice breaking into a soft moan as my fingers moved in slow circles.

“My c**t is so swollen and my p***y keeps clenching. I am so wet my fingers are sliding everywhere.”

“Good girl. Keep your legs apart.

Let me see everything.” Elias stepped around to stand in front of me again, his eyes locked between my legs watching my hand move inside my panties.

“Now push one finger inside that tight hole. f**k yourself slowly while you keep rubbing your c**t with your thumb.”

I obeyed by pushing my middle finger into my dripping p***y.

The wet sound it made was loud in the quiet office. I moaned softly my hips rocking forward on their own as I f****d myself with shallow thrusts.

My other hand stayed on my c**t rubbing faster now because the pleasure was building too quickly.

“Slow Riley. I said slow.” He corrected me sharply but his voice had gone huskier.

“Feel every inch of your finger stretching that virgin cunt. You are so tight. Imagine it is my thick c**k opening you up instead.

Does that make you wetter?”

“Yes Professor it does.

” Another moan slipped out louder this time as I forced myself to slow down.

My p***y made wet squelching sounds around my finger and more slick dripped down my wrist.

My n*****s ached so badly they felt like they might burst through my sweater. “It makes me so much wetter thinking about your c**k stretching me.”

Elias watched me with dark hungry eyes, his breathing a little heavier now.

“You are getting bolder already. Such pretty sounds you make when you play with that needy cunt. Keep going. Add a second finger. Stretch yourself for me.”

I pushed a second finger inside, moaning louder as my p***y stretched around them.

The fullness felt so good combined with my thumb still rubbing my c**t in tight circles.

My legs started to shake and soft whimpers kept falling from my lips filling the locked office.

“Look at me Riley. Eyes on mine while you f**k yourself.” He commanded. “I want to see how desperate your face gets when that little p***y starts dripping for me.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his. His eyes were burning with lust and control.

Seeing him watch me so intently made everything more intense.

My fingers moved faster again, my moans turning breathy and needy. “Professor, I am getting close. It feels too good.”

“Not yet.” He stepped closer and took my wrist gently, stopping my hand. “Pull your fingers out. Show me how wet they are.”

I slid my fingers out of my p***y and held them up.

They were shiny and coated with my slick strings of it stretching between my fingers.

Elias took my hand and brought my wet fingers to his mouth sucking them clean with a low groan.

The feel of his tongue on my skin made my p***y clench hard around nothing.

“You taste sweet and desperate.” He said after releasing my fingers. “Now kneel Riley.

I am going to reward you for being such a good girl.”

I dropped to my knees on the office floor, my skirt still bunched around my waist and my soaked panties on full display.

Elias stood in front of me unbuckling his belt but not opening his trousers fully.

He took my hand and guided it to the hard bulge pressing against the fabric.

“Stroke me through my trousers. Feel how thick and hard your reading made me.”

His voice had gone rougher. “Keep your eyes up on mine the entire time. Do not look away.”

My hand wrapped around the thick outline of his c**k and I started stroking him slowly feeling the heat and hardness through the material.

He was so big my fingers could barely wrap around him.

I kept my eyes locked on him while I pumped my hand up and down loving the way his jaw tightened and his breathing changed.

“Good girl. Look at me while you touch my c**k. This is part of your lesson.

Learn to keep eye contact even when you are on your knees like a needy little slut for your professor.” He praised me, his hand brushing through my hair lightly. “Faster now. Squeeze a little tighter at the head.”

I obeyed stroking him faster, my palm rubbing over the swollen head through his trousers.

Soft needy sounds kept escaping me because touching him like this while still so turned on made my p***y throb painfully.

My juices were still dripping down my thighs.

Elias suddenly pulled me up by my arms and crashed his mouth onto mine in a single possessive kiss.

His tongue pushed past my lips claiming me deep and hungry while one hand gripped the back of my neck.

The kiss left me dizzy and gasping my lips swollen and my head spinning when he finally pulled back.

Just then his phone rang sharply on the desk cutting through the heavy breathing in the room.

Elias picked it up with perfect calm, his face smoothing back into that cold professor mask as if nothing had happened.

“Yes this is Voss.” He answered, sounding completely composed while I stood there behind him, flushed and disheveled, my skirt still up around my waist, my panties soaked and my lips tingling from his kiss.