Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’m so glad that you are willing to put yourself in my hands. I never thought for a moment that you would be this kind of girl, but I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s one thing to go out of your comfort zone when you know the guy can’t do anything about it, but it’s another altogether when both partners are very much in the moment.” I hadn’t asked him about his meeting. It could wait for the time being.

  He lifted my wrists and the jangle of the chain from the handcuffs affixed around my hands was thrown back behind my head. He got on the bed and straddled me, until I could hear the unzipping of his pants. I felt something hot against my lips and I gave it a lingering kiss with my lipstick now marking my territory.

  “It doesn’t look like you are very comfortable, but I’m grateful for the effort.” He was pushing insistently against my lips and I opened them with no particular fanfare. He slipped in and it was a reminder of what I had done the other night. This time, he had a grip of my hair and was pulling me towards him while shifting his hips enough that he was force feeding me his junk.

  I gagged for a moment, but teaching myself the finer arts of deepthroating had done wonders for my self esteem. I heard his moan, as he felt the constricting walls of my throat closing in on him. Thankfully, there was a pillow underneath my neck. It made for the perfect angle to fuck my face. He was igniting those nerve endings and causing me to squirm with his hand now reaching to stimulate another part of my body.

  “I’m gathering you did this to me the other night when I was totally shit faced. I regret that I was only there in spirit, but I am here now. I’m going to make the most out of this. Your lips are a scorching heat and your tongue seems to have a mind of its own.” I had wrapped it around him several times and was pushing him to his limit and beyond.

  He took his soaking hot cock out of my mouth and placed it between my breasts. He used two hands to fold the hefty meat around his Johnson. He used what I had given him with my mouth to supply him with the necessary sensation to slide back and forth between my tits. When he emerged, I would lick the head and give it that little bit extra. It was the most sensitive part on a man and that was no more obvious than how he was becoming quite the animal in the sack.

  With no warning, he stabbed it back into my mouth. I couldn’t see him, but the obvious sound of the headboard slamming up against the wall was a byproduct of his two hands holding onto it for support. “I’m going to fucking cum and this time I am going to be here for it. You know that it’s coming and you can feel it… YESSSSS.” His knob expanded and then his whole cock pulsed with a life of its own. There was a continuous flood of one shot after the other. It filled my mouth. I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to take it, but I even surprised myself.

  He flipped the blindfold up and out of the way. It took a moment for me to adjust to the flickering candles and the man with his two knees on either side of me. It was kind of ironic to think that I was in this position on top of him the other night and now here he was doing the same.

  “I wasn’t given the chance to do this the other night.” He followed those words up with licking my nipples and making this sound of enjoyment from tasting the strawberry gloss. It was the same that I had worn the other night, but I’d forgotten that he would be in no condition to sample the wares. “Fucking delicious.” He jumped off of me, stripping up his pants and showing me his hard packed cheeks in only the flicker of the candlelight. He came back with the strawberries and whipped cream and began to spread it over my lips, across my nipples and then trailed those berries down to my most treasured of areas.

  He stared at me the entire time that he was eating those strawberries off my body, until he was pushing my knees apart and opening me up to a more crucial and determined exploration. His fingers pried me open and then I watched, as he circled my clit with the whipped cream and then sucked it off with me practically flying to the ceiling.

  “Fuck… I have been missing out on all this. I was so presumptuous to take what I wanted… the other night.” I could’ve easily put my hands down on top of his head and wrapped those handcuffs around his neck to make sure that he didn’t go anywhere. I didn’t do that, because he was perfectly happy to satisfy his need to taste me. “You’re definitely not one that is easily shocked. Yes…get that fucking tongue in there where it’s going to do the most good.” I could tell from his technique women of any age would be putty in his hand. If only he knew this could be his secret weapon.

  He stared at me from below with his tongue moving at a remarkable pace. He had my body practically jumping off the mattress. He tried to hold me down, but it was like trying to stop a hurricane from blowing through town. I bucked and thrashed under his enthusiasm to get me off. I came with my teeth digging into my tongue. That didn’t prevent anything and the animal sounds coming from my mouth was most likely giving a lot of the patrons in this place something to think about. Hopefully, my performance would convince them all to jump their significant others and join me in a cacophony of sexual sounds echoing down the hallway.

  Anthony lifted me to his mouth and inserted his tongue repeatedly with a very agile instrument of sexual torture and desire. He produced the curvature of that dildo. The package of goodies was coming in handy. He turned it to a very high setting and it began to vibrate. He smiled and stuffed the length of it inside me. I came up on my elbows with my mouth wide open and nothing coming out.

  “AHHHHHHHHHH.” I howled with delight, as he slid that plastic appendage back and fourth against my convulsing walls. My juices were squirting down the length of it. I’d never felt anything quite like that. I lost my cognitive abilities to say anything at all. The only thing coming out of my mouth was my craving for him. It was all caused by him taking the reins.

  I had no idea how long it lasted, but it felt like he was trying to pull me apart piece by piece. My mind was a jumble of images and soon he was lifting my ample legs onto his shoulders. He pressed into the crevice between my legs and soon found how greedy my little pussy was. It pulled him in on a wave of liquid fire that had his mouth parting. He kissed me with a fever pitch, slamming into my body with the bed groaning in response.

  “I knew this was going to be something, but I never imagined you would far surpass my expectations. Your pussy is fucking tight and it’s a little surprising considering your size. I’m certainly not complaining, but I wasn’t ready for this.” That was seen in his eyes and the way that his face had flushed from the exertion of my little hole clamping down on him.

  “I know you’ll always be by my side, Anthony. Tonight is for lovers and for the type of sex that will always have you coming back for more. Fuck me and don’t treat me like some frail flower that’s going to break. I can take a lot more and I will always be able to measure up to you in one way or another.” He was really pounding the living daylights out of me. My eyes were sliding up into the back of my head and then I was gyrating with such a force that it felt like a bomb going off inside me.

  “Oh yeah…ride that orgasm… Jessica.” He was doing his best to contain himself, but the feeling of me going off like that couldn’t have been easy. I was amazed that he was able to hold strong and even managed to turn me over on my hands and knees. In this position, I was essentially giving him a bird’s eye view of my overdeveloped posterior. He plugged me solidly. This position was uniquely made to get that maximum penetration and depth.

  “Slap my ass…pull my fucking hair…treat me like a dirty little slut.” The resounding crack jiggled my ass and made me moan into the pillow at my head. He pulled my hair back and the pain of wrenching at the follicles had definite advantages. I was beside myself. Soon my legs and my arms gave out. I was flat on my stomach and he was still power driving over top of me with his two hands touching the pillow on either side of my head.

  “I’m on fire for you, Jessica. Cum with me and let us take this journey together…cum with me…ride the fuck… NOWWWWWWW.” He gave one final lunge burying himself and then letting go with th
e same kind of intensity that I’d felt the other night. He continued to fuck me through his orgasm and I rippled along his length. I pulled out of him every little bit that he could give me. He finally pulled out slowly letting me feel every inch then dropping back onto the bed right beside me.

  “That was…repeat after me…fucking amazing, Anthony.” This was a bond that could not be broken and I had the recipe for love. It was right here in front of me.

  “I didn’t even tell you that I signed the contract. It was a long and arduous process, but I’m glad it’s finally over. I take off for training camp in a few weeks and I want you to be there. I’ve already lined up a few real estate agents. Together, we will find our little love nest away from those that would consider what we’re doing taboo. After I finish the season, I want to approach your father and my mother.” He could’ve asked me for anything at that moment and I would’ve gladly given him it.

  “I could die right now and be a happy woman. I don’t know about you, but I’m famished. I know for a fact that they have this surf and turf dinner for two on special. Why don’t you give them a call? I’m a little tied up at the moment.” I raised my hands with the handcuffs still on my wrist. “Are you ever going to get the key and unlock me, or am I forever supposed to be your sex prisoner.” He smiled with this naughty little grin. He did call down to room service for the required specials.

  We lay there together in a post orgasmic glow and then there was that telltale knocking on the door. He leaped off the bed and went over to the door to fling it open. I tried to cover myself, but it was very difficult with my hands immobilized like they were. I managed to pull the sheet up far enough. The bellboy didn’t see too much of my considerable charms.

  “I’m going to give you this $20.00 tip young man, I want you to look at this woman and see the beauty that I see. She is a rare creature. I can never guess what’s on her mind, but I know she loves me with all of her heart. I’ve been getting closer to saying it, but I want you to be here to witness my declaration. I do love her and I would never let anything happen to her. She is all mine and no other man is ever going to touch her again.” The kid couldn’t have been more than 18 years old. He couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. “I hate to do this to you, but I’m afraid that I’m going to have to ask you to leave in your current condition.” The bulge in his pants was very flattering.”

  He escorted him out of the room. He closed the door and gave me a look that said tonight had only begun. He continued to rise to the challenge three more times, until we were too exhausted to move. Thankfully, the steak and the lobster were good enough to keep us going. The champagne tickled my nose. I was not much for drinking. In the morning, we knew that our time together was just beginning.

  A few weeks later and there was a considerable baby bump, but I was hiding it in the best way that I could. The season had just ended and we had gathered my father and Allison into the same room.

  “I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m getting this queasy feeling in my gizzard.” My father was always one step ahead of me, but this time he had no idea what was coming. “I don’t like that look. I hope nobody is dying.” If that was his main concern, then this might be something that would take the sting out of the blow.

  “My woman’s intuition is telling me something, but I’m not sure I believe it.” Allison was at the edge of her seat with that white and black dress sliding along with her. “I know that I’m not gonna like this and I know your father is going to have kittens.” My father was a little stunned with confusion. He was looking at his beloved Allison and then back at his daughter for some kind of answer that would make sense.

  “I just want to tell you that your daughter and I have been getting to know each other. I have nothing, but respect for her. I know this is going to take a bit of getting used to, but we are seeing each other. She’s having my baby and in front of both of you I intend to ask her to marry me.” My father was clutching his chest, as Anthony got down on one knee and gave me a ring with a lot of sparkle on it. He slipped it down my finger while Allison was fanning my father before he could collapse.

  “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” Allison had never said any kind of profanity and to hear her right now only showed me how serious the situation was. “I hope the both of you know what you’re doing. I wish that I could stop this, but I know you both are adults and can make your own decisions.” My father was in no condition for a moment, but that wasn’t going to last long. “I’m sure in time we can make peace with this, but we are going to need some distance.” That was when Anthony told them of the contract with the Vikings and that we were leaving today.

  My father pleaded with me to stop this nonsense, but I was blinded by love. He tried to bribe me and Allison threatened to disallow Anthony’s inheritance. Nothing was going to work. We only had eyes for one another. They could kick and scream all they wanted, but in the end this was going to happen. They didn’t have to like it, but they were going to have to live with it.

  In the end it was our lives and we had decided to live it together. We left them stupefied and we drove out of town with his contract, the team, the baby and a new home waiting for us. This was not the end, but only the beginning.

  HIS PREGNANT BRIDE

  Chapter one

  Josie was in the stands and she saw her favorite player doing what he always did. He was cool, as a cucumber and moved on that ice like that of somebody that was born with a stick in his hand. She believed herself to be the loudest of them all. She found herself against the glass pounding on it with her fist and yelling for blood.

  To those that saw her on the outside world would swear that she was not capable of the profanity that was coming from her mouth. She looked innocent and had the 5’2 frame to give that impression. She had a little bit more curves than the average woman. She never shied away from being who she was and never allowed any bully to get the upper hand growing up. She was tenacious and she was taught by her parents to be independent and self sure. She’d always had weight issues, but she believed that what was on the inside was a whole lot better than what was on the outside.

  “Josie, you are embarrassing me. I should’ve realized that you had an ulterior motive for coming with me to one of these games. You’ve never been one to take a more docile role.” Jackson was her best friend. They may have been an item for about 5 minutes, but that had turned into a real and lasting friendship. There were times that they turned to each other physically, but those times were rare and fleeting. “Stop doing that, or they’re going to come over here and tell us to leave.” Jackson had never seen this side of his friend. She was bloodthirsty and calling the referee every name in the book.

  “I don’t care and it’s not fair that they should treat him like that. He’s only doing what the team needs him to do.” She was always a closet hockey fan, until that one day that her father took her to a game a couple of months ago. When she saw Payton, she couldn’t believe that he was really here in her hometown. She had no idea that she would see him after all these years. He was the product of her fantasy life from the moment that he had entered into the amateur ranks. Unbeknownst to her father and her friends, she had become smitten in a way that didn’t seem possible. Any time that she saw somebody that remotely looked like him; she would make it a point to sidle up and begin a flirtation that would end promptly with both of them naked and sweaty in the sheets.

  “I don’t know why you are getting, so hot under the collar. It’s not like you can change anything by screaming and yelling at the referee. They have a thicker skin than that. They have to with fans that are diehard like you.” Jackson had always known that his friend was into hockey, but he was starting to realize that it wasn’t the sport that had garnered her attention. This one player had gotten underneath her skin and maybe there was something that he could do about that. “If you settle down for the rest of the game, I might be able to get you into an after party.”

  Josie turned to Jackson
to make sure that he was telling the truth and not just telling her something to get her to quiet down. “You better not be joking with me, Jackson. I would do practically anything to meet him in person.” The notches on her belt consisted of those that had similar qualities that Payton had. The same dirty blond hair and charismatic eye, not to mention the kind of body that she would gladly expose one piece at a time with first her eyes and then her hands was hard to resist.

  “I have my ways and let’s just say that being a part of a radio station has its perks. If I knew that you were this much into hockey, I probably would have gotten you tickets long before now. I can’t lie to you, Josie. I’ve known that you’ve been interested in hockey for some time. I came down the stairs one night after we had just had one of the best marathon sex sessions and found you glued to the screen. You didn’t even know that I was there and I don’t think that you blinked the entire time that the game was on. I was going to confront you, but I thought that it was something private that you wanted to keep to yourself.” He saw the look of pure lust in Josie’s eyes and her body was literally jumping up and down with enthusiasm.

  Josie had on a jersey from the San Jose sharks with Payton’s number scrawled on the back. It hung on her body loosely, but she had tied it at the waist to make it look more provocative. There was even one time that Payton went by the glass and she could swear that he had his eye on her. It could’ve been just wishful thinking. She believed in her heart that one day they would find their way into each other’s arms.

  “I hope that you don’t disappoint me, Jackson.” If Jackson had taken a close look at Payton, he would have realized that the only reason why Josie had given him those 5 minutes was because of his familiar look. The only big difference was that Jackson was maybe 150 pounds, where Payton was wearing his 220 pound frame like that of the bruiser that he was supposed to be on the ice. “I will never forgive you, if you tease me like this and then leave me wanting.” She went back to watching the game, having no idea that Payton had indeed saw her in more than a friendly way.