Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’ve always been fascinated by women that have a considerable figure like that of an hourglass. I’ve been secretly looking at you and waiting for the right time to do something. I don’t see there being a better time than right now.” He pushed me onto my knees and frantically pulled at his zipper, until he was slapping my face with his 8 inch appendage. He left behind a trail of his excitement down my cheek and then into my open and available mouth. “This is what you really want and I’m here to let you know that this is what you’re going to get.”

  He still had his hands in my hair and he was pulling me towards him, making me gag and struggle to find breath. I slapped at his legs, but he only took that for desire. He plowed my mouth, making me swallow the entire thing down to the root. His balls slapped heavily against my chin and I could feel how heavy they were and just what kind of power he was going to force feed into my throat.

  I didn’t like the way that he made me feel, but there was something about his dominance that had me begging for the chance to be with him.

  “We’ve been playing this game for long enough. I’m glad that I read your journal. It allowed me to see inside that naughty little mind of yours.” He was fucking my face and making me drool like an idiot all over myself. My immense dark breasts were covered in my own spit with rivers clinging to my chin. I was gagging, but he didn’t seem to care. It was that attitude that I found the most overwhelming. “You really do know how to suck a cock. Who knew that a young thing like you would have all of this experience? I certainly never suspected that you could deepthroat with the best of them. You really have surprised me, Megan. I suppose I should have realized just what kind of woman you were, but you hid your true nature so well.”

  I was staring at him with my mouth full. He was pressing steadily into my throat over and over again. He worked his hips until I could feel his knob pressing up against my cheek and then he was tapping it with his fingers. He could feel the outline of his own package. He lifted me abruptly and turned me, so that my back was towards him.

  He pushed me forward, so that my body was now bowed with my ass thrust out like an obvious invitation. The pleasure that I had endured with hours of playing with myself was not even near anything like this. The feeling of being taken and knowing this was exactly what I wanted had me in the perfect position to take what I had already primed.

  “I would give you my tongue, but I’m a little pressed for time.” I was already wet enough. He was soon fitting his tool into me with an overanxious thrust of his hips. “Damn…you really are one hot little vixen. This hot hole of yours just devoured me like it was nothing. I don’t claim to be the biggest, but I certainly think that I am more than a mouthful. You can probably feel the thickness and how it rubs against your walls giving you a reminder that there’s not very many out there like me.” He had my hips and my panties were pulled to the side in a dirty and obscene way. He was really not above taking what he wanted and my journal had given him every reason to think that I desired his touch.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing for me,” I said I thought about this… day, but I never really believed that we would do anything about it. I love the way that you fuck me slow and then speed up. I am practically on the edge. I can feel your swelled cock inside me and I know that you can feel my fat lips grabbing onto you and never letting go. You do want to fill me with that seed and make me crave to have you again. You need my pussy and there’s not going to be a day that goes by that you don’t think of me fondly and with your hand wrapped around yourself.” I was grunting my reply and soon we were crashing against the shores of our own sexual desire. Our thoughts had driven us insane and this was our moment to finally seal the deal once and for all.

  That feeling of being overpowered came to an end with him biting my ear and leaving a love mark in his wake. “I know…that you can feel that. When I leave, I expect that you will be dripping in my stuff. My sweet cream will be running down your legs and your swollen lips will remind you of our time together.” He had given me three hard jerks and the spewing contents of his balls were more than my little hole could contain. When he pulled out, I had a lot of him coming with it. I lay there in total shock that we had done something like this.

  I smiled and then that smile turned to a frown when I turned and saw that he wasn’t there. He left me completely satisfied and unable to voice how I really wanted him to stay with me all night long. I went in search for him and there was no sign of him.

  Chapter two

  “I don’t know why you tease me like this and don’t expect me to do something about it. You walk around with your head in the clouds wearing that tiny skirt begging any guy to take a hold of you and make you see the true woman underneath. I’ve been courting you for some time and I expect after a dinner like that that you would put out.” This was just one of many disastrous relationships over the last four years. It made me aware that what I had with Spencer was something more than just a torrid love affair. I wanted to believe that, but how could I with him vanishing like that.

  “I’m telling you that I’m not ready. If you can’t accept that, then you know where the door is. I didn’t think that you were this type of guy. I guess that everybody that has a male chromosome thinks with only one head. It’s not the one on your shoulders. I’m disgusted by your behavior and I don’t think that any woman should have to take something like that. You are just like all the rest and you fooled me into thinking that you were something else.” I was wearing a short white skirt and a translucent black top, but that didn’t give him the right to think that he could put his hands all over me. Four years and I had been trying to substitute that feeling I had with Spencer, my stepbrother, for that of something that I could find with those guys that couldn’t take their eyes off of my empowered presence. I was bigger back then, but I was still the same size now. I had toned it in all the right places. I had a bit more wiggle to my step and I had become plump like that of ripe peaches.

  “I think that all you need is a real man to take control. I’m not leaving here until you give me something and I don’t care if it comes from your mouth or your tiny little pussy. One of your holes is going to give it up and it’s up to you how this goes.” He was really saying this and expecting me to lie down and take it for the team. “What is it going to…?” I kicked him in the balls and then I grabbed the baseball bat by the fridge and swung it wildly. It barely missed his head and he was now backing away with this look of panic on his face.

  “I told you that if you couldn’t accept it then you could leave. Now I’m telling you that you should leave before I hurt you…badly. I might call 911 when you’re bleeding on my floor, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Jack, you were the only thing at my job that I found tolerable. That’s the only reason why I decided to give you a chance to get to know me better. I didn’t think that after three dates that you would consider that open season. If you insist on playing this game, then I’m going to have to show you my Louisville slugger. It has come in very handy over the last few years. I don’t take this kind of crap off of any one.” I stood my ground and I knew what kind of stance would be perfect to level the kind of swing that would do the maximum amount of damage.

  “You are one crazy bitch and you deserve to be alone.” He tripped over his own shoes and landed on his ass. “If you’re looking for trouble…then you’ve found it. Don’t even think that this is done. I’m going to become your worst nightmare.” I had no desire to have a stalker in my life. “By all means, come back and I’ll give you seconds. The next time, you might find that I’m packing more than just a baseball bat. I’ve had my eye on this gun and I think that it’s about time that I make a necessary purchase. That way, you will know coming up against me will be your final act. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not going to allow you to treat me like your own personal dumping ground.” I was the one in the driver’s seat and standing over him brandishing that weapon gave me a sense of power that I couldn’t get anywhere else.


  I’d tried to get in touch with Spencer and mostly I got back an obligatory text message on my birthday or Christmas. It seemed so clinical and didn’t even remind me of the man that had taken me to a plateau of pleasure that I had not experienced before. I was kicking myself. I had no idea what would make him leave that rashly and with no explanation. My father was away and I tried to talk to him, but he was steadfast that Spencer didn’t have a home here anymore. I had no idea why he felt that way and he was in no hurry to give me any kind of clarification.

  “You’re not going to get away with treating me like this. No woman is going to make me fear for my life. I think that I need to teach you a lesson in manners.” He got to his feet, breathless and looking at me with anger that seethed into his very soul. “Why wait for tomorrow when you can do for yourself today? You think that a baseball bat is going to stop me from getting what I want?” He had suddenly found a new courage and this was the one time that I felt like I was in over my head.

  “Stay away from me. You’re just another creep that is only after one thing. I will not be somebody’s punching bag. Try something and I will show you what I’m made of.” I was showing him courage, but it wasn’t the way that I was feeling. I was basically throwing up a wall and hoping that he was buying that I could pound him into mincemeat.

  He took a few tentative steps forward and I mistakenly wavered for a second with my hand firmly clasped on that bat. My mistake was backing away; that gave him the opening that he was looking for. He took another step and I swung the bat with not much behind it. This time, he caught it in both hands and wrenched it from my hand. He left me to feel the effects in my numb fingertips.

  He pressed the bat up against my chest and pushed me back, until I tumbled back onto the couch. He hovered over me with his hand on his zipper. He made me realize that I’d definitely bitten off more than I could chew. “This is going to be the most fun that I’ve had with a woman in some time. I’m tired of women that promise something and never deliver. I’m tired of footing the bill for meal after meal only to get the it’s not you it’s me speech. I’ve even considered resorting to paying for it, but I’m not going to do that.” He wasn’t blessed, but I certainly didn’t like the idea of being told what to do.

  “If you think that I’m just going to lie here and take it, then you are seriously delusional. I will fight you every step of the way, scratching and biting. There’s no way that you’re going to leave here in one piece. I will take a piece of you with me and that’s a guarantee and a promise all mixed into one.” He smiled and I think that he enjoyed the hunt. He was a predator with more money than brains. I was apparently his prey, but I knew how to bite back.

  “I don’t know why you women just won’t give it up for an hour. That’s all the time that I need and then you can go about your business and not have to deal with me again. It would be so much better if you were more compliant, but if I have to make you do this, then I’m more than capable of doing that.” He really wasn’t the guy that I thought he was. The way that he was acting was like he was making me the product of all of his woes. He was taking all those women that had wronged him in the past and he was now projecting it onto me. I would fight back, but in the end his weight would probably overpower me. I could only hope that I would be able to convince him otherwise.

  “I hope that you do. I love a girl that shows a bit of spunk. I’m just not sure if you’re that girl, but I guess we’re going to find out.” He had his hand on my knee and his very touch had me cringing to the notion of being taken by him. He looked so good on the outside, but I think I knew deep down that he was only playing a part. “You can fight all you want.” He took his right hand and reached out to turn on the stereo. That music was blaring and the thumping beat was a good way to mask the possible screams that were going to come from my mouth.

  I couldn’t hear a damn thing and he was saying something, but there was no way that I could make out what it was. It was possible that I didn’t want to know. His derogatory statements up to this point had already revealed the kind of man that he was.

  He pushed my knees apart and the skirt that I was wearing had risen a few inches, which only made him lick his lips. It was creepy and wrong. He made me feel like this was inevitable and then suddenly his eyes lost focus. He pitched forward and landed face first in my crotch. I didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the breaking of the vase over his head. I didn’t see the visitor and how he had taken exception to the way that Hank was treating me. Over his splayed out form, I could barely make out a figure that had come in at precisely the right time.

  It took a moment, but I finally saw who it was and that face reminded me of the very last time that I’d seen him. The way that he had taken me over this couch made those four years melt away into nothing. He turned off the stereo and was standing there in a very expensive suit and tie. His face was completely shaved and his hair had been cut down to the stubble.

  “I thought that I would surprise you and I guess it’s a good thing that I did. I know that you probably think that I forgot about you, but that’s only because your father wants you to believe that. I’ve tried to reach out to you, but I’ve been blocked at every turn. I couldn’t come to you and I suppose you have every reason to hate me.” I wanted some kind of explanation, but for now I was just grateful that he had come in when I needed him the most.

  “I’m not sure what you want from me. You left four years ago and you expect me to welcome you back with open arms and legs. I’ve changed and I don’t need a man to complete me. I don’t need a man for anything and I can do for myself better than anybody. I’ve lived with your rejection and there’s no reason for you to tell me that it was just one of those things. I’m not feeling in a very talkative mood. Get rid of this garbage and maybe then we can have a heart to heart.” I was angry and seeing him after all this time had brought back all of those hurt feelings. I wanted to slap him, but I thought it was better to find out what he was hiding from me all this time. It was obvious that there was some kind of tension between him and my father. Spencer’s mother was my stepmother, but she had been jet setting across Europe the last two years. It wasn’t much of a structured family and only my father would show up on special occasions.

  “Give me a few minutes to call a taxi and have this guy sent home to the address in his wallet. I’m also going to leave him with a brief note. I’m going to word it in such a way that your intention will be very clear. I’m going to make him believe that you had a boyfriend that didn’t take kindly to him putting his hands on you. I’ll even leave him with a photograph of the two of us looking at each other lovingly at the county fair. That was two days before we did anything, but I guess we need to start slow and work our way up to any kind of physical connection.” He was bigger than I remembered and he easily lifted this guy on his shoulders when the taxi arrived.

  “You may as well leave with that taxi. I have no idea what you could possibly say that could justify being treated like a skid mark.” He stopped with this guy on his shoulder and looked over at me, before shaking his head. “I mean it. I really don’t see that there’s anything that we have to say to one another. I’m not the same woman and my heart has hardened. I don’t need this drama and you can take it and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.” I was telling him very clearly that coming back up here after he got rid of the garbage was not a good idea.

  Chapter three

  I had all of this pent up aggression and I needed something to unleash it on. If he had the balls to come up here after getting rid of him, then he was really in for a rude awakening. I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the carpet and not caring that the venom spewing from my lips was going to make me feel a whole lot better about everything. This anger was building by the second. Just remembering the way that he left dug a knife into my gut and that pain of losing him came back in a different way. It now manifested into this festering boil than had to be excised from my body once and for all.


  I waited and then I heard him approaching. He was not going to take my suggestion to heart and that was his cross to bear. He opened the door gently and didn’t barge in like he owned the place. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was dressing nicely and I could tell from the bling that he had made it big.

  “The one thing that I need to tell you right from the beginning is that you did scare me. I had everything planned and then we had to face each other. I had to find your journal and read your thoughts. I didn’t want to be a part of this family. I found a way to stick it to your father. I think that you remember that when we were in the middle of what we were doing four years ago that I said that my time was limited. It was beyond my control. I was working behind the scenes to cripple your father’s empire. I knew from the moment that he married my mother that he wasn’t in love. He was using her for her money and I decided to turn the tables. The way to do that was to disappear for awhile. I know that it doesn’t seem fair and you can imagine that your father wasn’t exactly pleased.

  “You… betrayed my father?” I never knew what had caused the split between him and my father. I knew that my father was suffering and he looked like he had aged 20 years in the past four. He was always screaming on the phone. We had to make some concessions. The house was already paid for, but the cars that he had in his collection slowly vanished one year after the other. “How can you possibly think that we could be anything if you could do that to my father?” I was trying to be a loyal daughter, but underneath I just wanted to jump into his arms and curl my legs around his waist.

  “You have to admit that your father is a bit of a tyrant. I had to make him see that I was not some weak coward. I found other enemies that bandied with me to knock him off his high pedestal.” With each sentence out of his mouth, I found myself letting him get close. My body was already on high alert and then those warning bells went off from the moment that he grabbed me at the waist and pulled me to him. “He needed to learn a lesson. He couldn’t treat people like that and get away with it.” He had his hand on the small of my back. Being this close made me want him even more.