DIRTY ADDICTION:Short Filthy Stories

MY PROFESSOR CO$K IS MY NEW DADDY CO$K 8

Chapter 8

“s**t… my mom is coming up the stairs right now. Get up Daddy Prof please.”

I whispered in panic my heart slamming against my ribs as Elias was still buried deep inside me his thick c**k twitching with the last drops of his c*m leaking out of my freshly f****d p***y.

My legs were still shaking and my n*****s were hard as pebbles.

He gave one last slow grind of his hips before finally pulling out with a wet sound that made me clench around nothing.

Thick white c*m immediately started dripping down my thighs onto the sheets.

“Quick. Get dressed.” He ordered calmly even though his voice was still rough from coming so hard.

He stood up fast tucking his wet c**k back into his trousers and buttoning them like nothing had happened.

I scrambled off the bed, my legs feeling like jelly. I yanked my panties up quickly feeling his warm c*m soak into the fabric instantly and pulled my skirt and sweater back on with trembling hands.

My hair was a mess and my lips were swollen but I barely had time to smooth anything down before we heard my mother’s footsteps reach the top of the stairs.

Elias opened the door smoothly and stepped out into the hallway like he had just been helping me with homework. “Sarah I was just giving Riley some pointers on her literature assignment.” He said it so naturally that I almost believed him myself.

I sat down at my desk fast pretending to stare at my notebook, my face burning and my p***y still pulsing with aftershocks.

Cum was slowly leaking out of me and soaking my panties even more with every small movement. I could not focus on anything.

Every time I shifted in the chair I felt the sticky mess between my legs reminding me that my own stepdad had just filled me up on my own bed.

The rest of the evening became pure torture.

Downstairs my mother was still smiling and chatting happily about wedding plans.

Elias sat at the dining table acting like the perfect gentleman but he found every excuse to tease me when my mom was not looking.

When I went to the kitchen to get water he brushed past me in the narrow hallway, his hand deliberately sliding over my ass and squeezing one cheek hard.

“Still dripping my c*m down your thighs baby?” he whispered right against my ear, his breath hot. “Good girl. Keep it inside you.”

I gasped softly, my p***y clenching hard at his words and more of his seed leaked out into my panties.

“Stop… someone will hear you.” I whispered back my voice shaky but my body was already getting wet again.

Later at the dining table my mother asked him to help me with an assignment.

Elias pulled his chair closer to mine until our thighs were touching under the table.

While my mom went to the kitchen to make tea he leaned in like he was pointing at something on my notebook but his hand slipped under the table and between my legs.

“Open your thighs a little wider Riley.” He murmured quietly, his fingers pushing my skirt up and rubbing over my c*m-soaked panties. “Feel how messy your cunt still is? All that stepdad c*m leaking out of you while you sit here pretending to study.”

I bit my lip hard trying not to moan as his fingers pressed against my sensitive c**t through the wet fabric. “Daddy Prof… please not here.” I whispered my voice barely audible but my hips twitched forward anyway begging for more friction.

He circled my c**t slowly with two fingers making my breath hitch. “You are such a dirty little secret.

Your mother has no idea her future husband just f****d her daughter full of c*m and now you are sitting here soaked in it.” He pressed harder, making my thighs tremble. “I can feel how swollen your p***y still is. Does it hurt in the best way baby?”

Before I could answer my mother walked back in with the tea.

Elias pulled his hand away smoothly and went back to explaining a fake literature point like nothing had happened.

I sat there red-faced and aching my c**t throbbing and my panties completely ruined with a mixture of my juices and his c*m.

The teasing continued all evening.

Every time my mom looked away he would send me dark loaded glances that made my stomach flip.

When I went to the bathroom he followed me into the hallway cornering me against the wall for a few seconds.

“Tonight when everyone is asleep I am coming to your room again.” He whispered hotly against my neck his hand quickly squeezing one of my t**s. “And this time I am going to f**k you even harder. Maybe I will make you ride my c**k while you call me Daddy Prof.”

I whimpered softly, my p***y clenching at the thought. Guilt twisted in my stomach because this was my mother’s future husband but the arousal was stronger.

My body was already addicted to the way he touched me, the way he spoke to me and the way he filled me up.

By the time my mother finally yawned and said she was going to bed I was a complete mess.

My n*****s were sensitive, my p***y was throbbing and leaking and my mind was foggy with lust and guilt mixed together.

“Goodnight sweetheart. Do not stay up too late studying.” My mom said, kissing my forehead before heading upstairs.

Elias waited until we heard her bedroom door close.

The living room was now dimly lit with only one lamp on.

He looked at me from across the room, his eyes dark and full of promise as we were finally left alone.

“Come here Riley.” He said quietly, his voice low and commanding.