Bella took off her damp shirt, dropped her skirt to the ground, and pressed Mr. Miller against the far wall of the locker-room shower. The smell of his spicy body wash filled the misty, warm air around them, and became more arousing as she breathed in his post-workout musk. His body…wet, slippery.
“What do you want, professor?” Her left hand wrapped around his stiff cock.
The waves of pleasure were so intense as Bella slowly tugged, that he could not even manage to speak. He reciprocated her touch by sliding his fingers under her thin, damp lingerie. Her warmth made him stiffen even harder in Bella’s tightening grip.
My god, it was so big. Her small, soft hands could barely fit around his monstrous girth. As his middle finger wandered deeper inside of her, she slipped her panties onto the floor. Her stroking stopped as she grabbed his hand, and led him underneath the steaming hot shower. Warm water fell upon their shoulders as he slowly removed her bra with careful, delicate movements.
“What do you want first?” He whispered quietly into her ear. A finger quieted her pursed lips before she could answer.
“Fuck! Uhhng!” She cried out in ecstasy as his lips latched onto her hard, sensitive nipple. He continued kissing her body, working his way down lower…lower.
“It’s been a while.” Bella whimpered through her sharp, lust-filled breaths. “Be gentle.”
Mr. Miller moved onto his knees, and pressed his face between her thighs. He took his time, working her slowly at first, but eventually he could not contain his animalistic, carnal desires. Bella couldn’t bear standing up anymore as her knees became weak with pleasure. She fell to the floor as he continued devouring her unceasingly. Ripples of undulating bliss coursed through every nerve—lit up every synapse in her brain—causing her toes to curl, and her eyes to roll backwards. Uninhibited, orgasmic screams echoed through the warm air of the empty locker-room, and reverberated through her professor’s ears. He stopped for a moment, just to stare into her eyes, which were now glazed over with pure, sexual fulfillment. But he was not even close to being finished with her.
“Are you ready?”
Bella bit her finger and nodded as he picked her up from the tiled floor, and carried her over to the other side of the room. Her legs wrapped around him before he laid her down on the bench. He didn’t say a word—the only sound he made stemmed from the short, staccato breaths of his which paired with his fast-beating heart.
Bella laid her head back, and waited for him to have his way with her. She brought her knees up; Mr. Miller was quick to grab underneath them, and lift them high into the air. Her pussy throbbed. A small bead of cum dripped from her perfect, bare peach like a drop of honey. Professor Miller was mesmerized.
“Stay right there. Just like that.” He said, as he mounted the bench sideways. His hands worked their way down to that crease between her hips and airborne thighs. He grabbed tightly, and slowly pulled her closer to him until…
“Ungh, shit!” The tip of his beautiful cock made contact right at clit-level. He pulled her closer, and began to grind the length of his shaft over the most sensitive part of her body. “Do it.” Her words were saturated with desire. “Put it inside of me, professor.”
His dick flexed hard when he heard her speak. He couldn’t wait any longer. Mr. Miller scooted himself back a bit, and then pulled her close again—this time, ensuring that he slid right inside of her.
Before he entered, he paused. “You know, Bella. No one is around to hear you. We’re alone—you can be as loud as you want to be.”
Her whole face went flush with unadulterated satisfaction as he pressed himself deep inside of her. The feeling was so intense that she exhaled sharply—unable to find the air to convey her pleasure with words. He began to move his entire body with the small range of motion that he had. Hands remained firm on her legs, rocking her back and forth to harmonize with his movements.
The next breath of air that Bella caught was transformed into unrepressed moans, which were electrifying to his ears. Hearing her pleasure made him work faster, faster, until Bella completely lost control of herself, nearly falling off of the bench. Her screams echoed though the hot, steam filled room until he slowed his pace.
“How well do you know yourself, Bella?”
The question caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure how to answer.
“Have you ever orgasmed twice before?” The nature of his words send a pulse of pleasure straight through her pussy. She shook her head, and awaited his instructions. “I know how flexible you are. Lift your legs as far back as they can go.”
She stretched until her feet were behind her ears—pussy completely exposed. “Do whatever you want with me.” His face fell between her thighs, and kissed her gently before two strong fingers effortlessly glided inside of her. His left hand reached for her firm breast as his right began to move up and down with increasing speed. His fingers stayed rigid—curved perfectly inside of her, and she could immediately tell that he was massaging a place she’d never explored before. New territory she never even knew existed.
“Fuck!” She began to quiver from his touch. Never before had a guy known her own body so well. Anatomy teacher. That explains it. And in that moment she wondered why she waited so long for this. Experienced. That’s what Mr. Miller was. And as the sexual pressure built inside of her with such little exertion on his behalf, she knew that, for the first time ever, she was going to come more than once.
The first had already arrived. He continued working his magic with his fingers while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand. The stimulation was too much for her to take. Her muscles began to contract as the pleasure multiplied infinitely. It felt like fireworks were exploding inside of her body as she nearly lost consciousness from the unfamiliar sexual feelings. This was so much different from her regular orgasms. This was on another level.
“Good girl, Bella.” His fingers slid out of her. A clear string of cum followed.
“Professor…” All she could say. No other words seemed to exist in her vocabulary. Bella pushed him onto his back, and climbed onto his hard, wet body. Hands massaged his juicy pecks, as his became magnetically drawn to her supple breasts.
“How fast?” He asked Bella, as his diamond-hard erection slipped inside of her. She immediately tightened around his member, causing an innocent moan to slip out of his mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how tight you are.” His hips began to gyrate on their own, but Bella stopped him. Before allowing him to thrust any deeper, she flexed the muscles in her groin rhythmically, clenching around every square inch of his cock. “You…you’re gonna make me come!” He tried to pull himself out of her in order to stave off his climax, but she wouldn’t budge. His hands fell to her hips as she began to ride him slow…faster…fast. Bella’s firm breasts bounced uncontrollably as her ass audibly slapped on his powerful thighs. Faster.
He pressed his entire body against hers as he undulated with her movements. She stared into his eyes as they burst with sensuality. “I’m ready.”
No holds were barred, as he glided in and out of her a half dozen more times before erupting like a volcano of unalloyed, sexual satisfaction. His orgasmic groans amalgamated with Bella’s as she followed closely after him. His hand massaged her pulsating clit as she continued riding his cock like a sex-driven robot.
“Fuck, I’m…I’m.” She fell on top of his’s chest as her arms gave out from underneath her. Her lower body convulsed with intense waves of pleasure as she was sent over the edge. Eyes locked, then lips once more. They breathed in each other’s satisfied breaths as sweat and water dripped from their exhausted bodies. They were spent.
“That…that was incredible.” The sincerity of his voice sent Bella to another dimension. She lightly pinched her forearm to make sure she wasn’t lost in a day-dream. But it was real. Everything was real. He kissed her neck, as he picked her up, and set her on top of the locker-room counter.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as his h
ands came around her shoulders. “I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner, professor.” She said, as she felt the tight muscles in his stomach. “You’re way too sexy.”
He grabbed and massaged her breasts one last time before handing her shirt to her. Couldn’t help himself. “If you really think that, why don’t you meet me here again tomorrow evening? I have so much to teach you, Bella. You have so much to learn.”
She pursed her lips, grabbed his beautiful face, and drew him close to her. “You’re right. And I want to learn everything.” She could see him getting hard again already. She would have been fine with round number two, but she was far too exhausted. “Nope. Save it for tomorrow, professor.”
He kissed her one last time before grabbing her hand, and guiding her to the door. She slipped her clothes on—slightly damp, slightly uncomfortable—but the reverberating aftershocks of her climax completely superseded any discomfort she was having. Internally, externally, mentally—she was still being warmed from the sheer sexual energy which Mr. Miller had exchanged with her.
“Well?” He rested his arm against the frame of the door as it opened. His naked body glistened in the faint light of the gym. His eyes stared deep into hers.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, while reaching into her bag. She withdrew her assignment, and handed it over to him.
His hand stopped her short. “Don’t worry about it. I think you’ve deserved an A tonight.” He smiled bright, and reached for his own bag, which was just outside of the locker room.
She reciprocated his smile, and blushed a little. “Alright.” She whispered softly—her eyes still wandering to his semi-hard, post-coital cock. “I guess I’ll see in in class tomorrow.” She told him with an innocent tone.
“Yes you will.” She bounced away giddily as he closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER 4
“Uh, why is your hair all wet?” Karen asked when Bella got back to the dorm. “It’s not raining outside, is it?”
“Nope. I showered after cheer practice, that’s all.” She couldn’t stop smiling, knowing full well that absolutely no one but Mr. Miller knew their little secret. And no one ever will find out, she thought to herself.
“Well, we’re still going out tonight, if you want to come with us. And Jason is…”
“Not interested.” She said confidently. “I’m kind of…over him now.”
“Oh, found someone else?” Karen asked.
“I guess you could say that.” She giggled as she headed to her room.
* * *
The next day, Bella arrived at class fifteen minutes early. The clock ticked slowly, as she patiently waited for him. The back door clicked open, she watched intently, but her excitement dissipated when a short, bald man entered with a stack of papers in his hand. He walked to Professor Miller’s desk, and waited for the class to start. At eleven o’clock sharp, he began to speak. “Morning everyone.” He stood up, and paced around the front of the lecture hall. “My name is Dr. Larson. Mr. Miller is out sick today, so I’ll be your sub.”
Bella’s eyes fell to her desk, discouraged. That is, until Dr. Larson walked up to her, and slipped her a piece of paper. “What is this?” She asked.
“No idea. Professor Miller asked that I deliver it to you.” He walked back to his desk, and resumed the lecture.
Bella slowly unfolded the paper, as her heart beat fast in her chest. What could it possibly be? She wondered. Her face became hot when she read through his speedily written note:
Bella, see me in my office immediately. I can’t wait any longer. Room 251. Now.
The riskiness of the situation aroused Bella a hundred times more than usual. Had Dr. Larson read the note, or anyone else for that matter, they both would have been busted. If someone caught him in his office while “out sick” he would be written up for sure. Bella swallowed nervously, as she got out of her seat, and left the room.
She was sort of irritated at first. Just the idea of getting in trouble—possibly getting kicked out of school for doing something so naughty with her teacher made her feel a slight tinge of panic, but the fact that Mr. Miller completely set aside his professionalism, just because he couldn’t control his lust for her, made her unfathomably wet.
She looked both ways, and knocked lightly at his office door. “Professor Miller.” She whispered quietly. “It’s Bella. I got your note.”
He quickly opened the door, and pulled her inside. The lights were off—the heat was turned up. He immediately grabbed her ass, pressed her against the wall, and dropped his pants to the floor. “I can’t fucking wait, Bella. I need you right now.” His soft lips fell onto her sensitive neck as his hands worked their way all over her body.
She breathed fast. “You’re a dirty man, professor.” Her hot words made him extra hard. “You can have me, Mr. Miller, but you have to promise me one thing.”
“Anything…” He said.
“You have to make me come harder than last time.”
His touch became more aggressive as he reached his hands underneath her leggings—straight to her pussy. She was already soaking. He couldn’t believe it. His soft, sweet cologne met her nose while he lifted up her shirt with his other hand. His hot fingers moved rhythmically inside of her as their lips danced. Tongues swirled.
His cock flexed as her fingertips barely touched it—it was begging to ravage her. Mr. Miller stopped everything he was doing, lifted her up by the legs, and brought her over to his desk. He completely fell to his animalistic instincts as Bella took her bra off. His salivating mouth gravitated to her chest, and licked her nipples as though they were covered in sugar. He couldn’t get enough.
Bella reached underneath herself, and pulled her leggings half way off. That’s all Mr. Miller needed. One of his fingers slipped through the bridge of her panties, and he stretched them aside. “Are you ready?” He said softly.
“Do it. Put it in me.” A muffled moan slid out of her mouth as he spread her legs, and pressed his entire lower body against her. He scooted her closer to the edge of the table, and guided himself deep into her pussy. Ungh, yes. Fuck me, Mr. Miller!”
Her words made him work her faster. Faster. Her tight body jiggled uncontrollably as he fucked her harder than he’d previously done. His masculine smell raptured Bella’s nose—the hot ambience of the room amalgamated perfectly with the heat of her Professors warm cock.
Every time he thrust, he pressed his way deeper inside of her, until there was nothing left to give. The walls inside of her pussy flexed hard around his girthy member, and before he knew it—“Shit, Bella, you’re gonna make me…”
She covered his mouth with her palm. “Not yet. Not till I say.”
He picked her up, and flipped her around until she was on all fours on his desk. She arched her back, presenting her perfect, naked pussy to him. He reached—grabbed her ass tightly with both hands, and then pressed his face into it. Another moan bellowed from the depths of Bella’s diaphragm.
After mercilessly devouring her, he brought one leg up onto the desk to get that perfect angle. He was ready for her. With one quick, deliberate movement, he penetrated her—thrust deep. His hands came up under her, and pinched her pink nipples, rolling them between his thumb and pointer finger.
The trifecta of stimulation made Bella go numb with pleasure. It’s all she could feel. Nothing but Mr. Miller’s gyrating hips, teasing fingers, and diamond-hard cock. She was bursting with bliss. Through the sound of her sharp breaths and subtle moans, she could hear her Professor’s dirty grunts. He whispered to himself as he dove in deeper. So fucking tight. So beautiful. Fuck! The sincerity of his words made Bella double over with pleasure. Uncontainable. Irrepressible.
“Shit, I’m…!” Her arms and legs began to shake, as did Mr. Miller’s as he became enraptured by her tightness. There was no holding back—he simply couldn’t hold it back anymore. Bella could feel him pulsing inside of her as the gates of his suppression broke free. Quick breaths. Sensual perspiration. He was done.
Bella followed immediately after. Her whole body became weak as he felt her professor’s hot cum paint her back. Inhale. Exhale. All she could do as her eyes closed, and body convulsed out of her control.
“Bella.” He whispers gently to her—almost inaudible.
She turns over onto her back, and stares at him with half-closed eyes. “Yes professor.”
He leaned over her, pressing his hands onto the desk. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“You too, professor.” She said, with the biggest smile on her face.
Best teacher ever.
The End
My Best Friend’s Step-Dad, Big John – Come Little Princess
A Sexy Taboo Forbidden Erotica Short Sex Story
Adult Erotic Fiction for Men
ABBEY PERRY
Table of Content
My Best Friend’s Step-Dad, Big John – Come Little Princess
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
CHAPTER 1
I had on no bra and my sleepwear was powder-pink and white. It was a thin see-through top and the bottom was a Vicky shorts with ‘PINK’ written in bold font across the butt.
I was on summer break and across three states staying over by Alivia’s, my best friend’s house. It was to be an epic summer, boys, sex, party, alcohol yet I was lying in her bed alone another night listening to her mother yelling at her step-dad, Big John.
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