Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“I’m more than ready, Daddy,” she purrs while slipping one small hand in mine. “Where to next?”

With that, I lead the blonde vixen out of the Red Rooster and into the night, my cock already pulsing as my balls churn with anticipation. After all, earlier this afternoon, I broke things off with a bodacious blonde, but now, it seems that a second bodacious blonde has taken her place without missing a beat. How the fuck did that happen? All I can say is that sometimes the world’s a mystery, and I’m not going to complain. With one last smile at Petunia, I lead the nymph to my truck before helping her in and slamming the door. Then, we’re off for more good times … and the best part is that she’s clearly the insatiable type.

Peyton

Your name is Petunia. Your name is Petunia, I remind myself. But then I shake my head and exhale because what’s the point? It’s not like Brant Harrison and I are doing a ton of talking. Instead, we’re connecting in a physical manner, and the truth is that it’s incredible. After our steamy interlude at the bar, Brant whisked me off to his house where he took me every which way. Literally, I was in every position you can think of, and woke up achy and sore between my legs in both the front and the back. Not only that, but he fed me his monster a couple times during the night, so my jaw aches too.

But it’s a good kind of soreness because I loved every second of it. Not only is Brant handsome and built, but he’s kind as well. After we finished for the night, he got up and retrieved a damp washcloth from the bathroom before pressing it against my raw and ravaged holes.

“You’re going to hurt here tomorrow, baby,” he rasped before pressing a kiss to the inflamed flesh. “But I promise, it’s worth it.”

I merely lifted my knees higher to give him better access, my heart beating hard at his tender gesture.

“Thank you,” I murmured. “This is very unexpected.”

He merely nodded and pressed one last kiss to my asshole before snaking his tongue in for a quick swipe.

“No, you deserve it, Petunia,” he rasped. “I’m big and you’re small. It can’t be an easy fit, and you’ve been taking me like a champ.”

With that, we settled in for a couple hours of sleep before Brant woke me again in the early light of dawn for another round of heavy fucking. But I loved it, and I can’t get enough. He’s magnetic, charismatic, and smart too. To be honest, at this point I’m not surprised he owns his own business. After all, this isn’t “just” a pool boy. This is an entrepreneur, and a successful one too.

But now, thankfully, I’m back at the hotel room and on the phone with my high school friend, Raelynn. Raelynn and I have been buddies ever since freshman English, where we bonded over our love of the written word.

“This seems strange,” I said, squinting down at my copy of Macbeth. “Are they even speaking English in this story?” I asked, flipping through the pages.

“It’s a form of old English,” Raelynn chimed in from my left. “You have to read the annotations from the publisher to really understand what the characters are saying.”

With that, we dived into all sorts of literature and became fast friends during the process. I’m not academic exactly, but by reading Shakespearean plays, I developed a love for acting and performing, which led to my decision to major in the dramatic arts in college. Again, I haven’t exactly been successful with my stage career so far, but I’ll pick it up again once I’m done with Brant Harrison. I just need to focus on my revenge scheme for now, in order to fix things for my dad.

But Raelynn knows exactly why I’m back in town, and she smirks at me from the phone screen.

“You’re kidding,” she says in a deadpan voice. “You did it in public and no one noticed? How is that even possible?”

I shrug.

“People in Oakdale are just clueless I guess. I mean, there were definitely other customers at the Red Rooster, but they were partying hard at the other end of the bar. They minded their own business, and we minded ours.”

“While you were taking it up the ass!” Raelynn crows, laughing hysterically while pushing a brown curl behind one ear. “I mean, seriously girl! You’re my hero. You are one sassy slut.”

I wink.

“I know, and it was amazing. I have Brant’s semen oozing from my behind even now,” I say in a sly tone while shifting naughtily in my seat.

Raelynn merely shrieks with laughter again.

“Holy moly, Pey,” she says, wiping at her eyes. “You really take the cake, you know that? Anal sex with a stranger in a public place? My my my.”

“Yeah, and it was incredible,” I reiterate again, getting a dreamy look on my face. “Seriously, he’s so endowed, and incredibly handsome too. I can’t even describe it.”

“Oh, I’ve seen him around town and he’s hot,” Raelynn says quickly. “I mean, everyone’s seen Brant Harrison and your mom doing stuff together. Everyone talks about it, and feels so bad for your dad too. But what’s going to happen next?” my buddy asks. “I mean, okay, so you seduced Brant Harrison last night, and had a great time doing it. But is he going to stop seeing your mom now? What if he starts seeing both of you simultaneously? Oh my God, that would be so dirty and everyone in Oakdale will be buzzing with gossip.”

I frown, thinking it over, before heaving a huge sigh.

“Good point. Yeah, I don’t know,” I conclude in a glum tone. “I mean, I can’t exactly let on to Brant that I know all about him and my mom. I’m using a fake name and a fake back story too, so he has no idea that I’m even related to Monica. But I guess I just have to keep doing what I’m doing. I need to turn on the charm and keep Brant so busy that he forgets about Monica altogether. He has to,” I state in a firm tone. “Otherwise, all this will be for naught.”

Raelynn nods, her pretty features supportive.

“Of course he’s going to ditch Monica now,” she says. “I mean, you’re basically Monica but twenty years younger! What guy wouldn’t prefer you to her?”

I shrug.

“I don’t know. Men are strange sometimes. I mean, why even date a forty-five-year-old woman in the first place when you look like Brant? Obviously, this guy can get any woman he wants, so I have no idea how he ended up with my mother.”

Raelynn just shrugs.

“Your mom’s super-flirtatious whenever she’s with him, and Monica’s even popped her boob out in public for him to suck. Oh yeah, it happened at the Oakdale Library,” she confides. “They thought no one could see, but my buddy Harley was on shift, and she saw what they were doing over in the carrel by the back. It was rancid.”

I pause for a moment because in fact, Brant and I engaged in some public boobie-sucking ourselves at the Red Rooster. Is this a coincidence? Is this something he does with a lot of women? But I shake my head and dismiss the concern because sucking tits at the library is just too strange, even for me. My mom is obviously into some fucked-up shit, and clearly, I inherited some of that myself, but I’m not that fucked-up. At least, I don’t think I am. Okay, maybe I am, but in a good way, right? I’m doing this for my dad, after all.

Still, I sigh again and smile ruefully into the camera screen.

“Yeah, so like I said, I have to keep Brant busy,” I remark. “In fact, I’m going over to his place again tonight, and I plan on getting super-raunchy so that I basically erase Monica from his memory banks.”

Raelynn squeals.

“More raunchy that what you’ve already done? How is that even possible?”

I smile slyly.

“You’ll see. Brant’s getting a surprise, trust me, because I’m going to show him how a saucy younger woman likes it. He’s going to come so hard that his brains fry right there in his skull because I haven’t really brought the heat yet.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Raelynn shrieks with laughter while practically spitting out her soda.

“You go, Peyton. Oh my God, this is going to be so awesome and I can’t wait to hear what happens. Seriously, you’ve brought some much-needed energy to my life.”

I grin.

“Happy to be of service. But what about you, Rae? How’s it going with you and Trig?”

My friend blushes for a moment and looks down. But then she peers back into the screen while smiling sunnily.

“It’s good,” she says. “Trig is amazing. He’s the best boyfriend ever, and I’m so lucky to have him.”

I nod.

“Yeah, and he’s cute too. At least, if he still looks the way he did during high school.”

“Oh, he’s filled out a ton and bulked up a lot,” Raelynn scoffs. “Trig is a man now, Peyton, and he makes me feel so good. It’s a dream being with him. It’s just that …”

Her voice trails off and I wait.

“But?”

“But nothing!” she exclaims.

I grin.

“There’s a ‘but’ in there,” I say. “I can feel it.”

Rae sighs then while pushing a lock of curly hair back.

“But sometimes I wonder if I’m a bad person,” she admits while looking down at her hands. “I mean, I’ve been with Trig since high school, so it’s been years now. And I’m twenty-one, so we’ve been dating for basically my entire adult life. But there has to be more, right?”

I shrug.

“It depends on what you want. I mean, my grandparents never dated anyone other than each other, and they were together for sixty years before they passed. It worked out.”