Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Hey there,” her chipper voice comes through. “How’d everything go today?”

“Went as hoped. Her dad is settled and comfortable, and her mom is tired but hopeful.”

“You’re a good man trapped in a goon’s body. You know that?” She laughs on the other end of the line.

In the last two weeks, Karen’s been to the house a few times and been a wonderful support for Esme, and I’ve come to think of her as part of our new family. When I wanted to do something special for Esme, she stepped up to help make it happen while we are gone.

“Yep,” I answer. “So, how are the arrangements coming along? Will it be done by the time we fly home day after tomorrow?”

“Yep. Things look good. They have the frame of the house built, and the walls are framed in, as well.”

“Perfect. Make sure it looks just like the one in the picture I left.”

She laughs. “I will. I’ll go by a few times a day and harass them until it looks just perfect.”

I hired a specialty building company that makes the finest dollhouses in the world. I have them constructing one that looks just like our own house in one of the empty rooms upstairs. They will have it built and ready for Esme to put in all the final decorating touches as she envisions.

“Thank you. I’m grateful for your help,” I reply. “Is Hamilton taking care of running you around and to the house? Did you get the envelope I left for you?” I want to take care of her in my own way, as well, so I left her ten grand for helping me out.

She pauses, and my heart skips a beat, thinking something may be wrong. I’m ready to inquire when she finally answers.

“Yes, I did. Thank you so much. It was beyond generous. Okay, here’s the thing. Malcolm has actually been the one driving me, not Hamilton.”

“Oh.” I bite back my laugh, knowing Karen’s been driving Malcolm crazy ever since the day I sent him to Esme’s apartment and Karen showed up to check on her. He’s got it bad, but she’s given him a run for his money.

At least up until now. Sounds like he’s finally got his hooks in.

“Yeah, yeah,” she snaps back. “Don’t read too much into it. I just didn’t want to lie about Hamilton and let you hear from Malcolm.”

“Sure, no problem.” I hear Esme cough from the bedroom and wrap it up. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow after two, so you get some sleep. Check up on things.”

“Okay. Signing off from home base.”

We click off, and I make my way to the bedroom, close the door behind me and set my phone on the nightstand, then crawl in next to my baby.

She snuggles right in, throwing an arm across my chest and laying her head on my shoulder.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers in her sleep.

“I love you too, babygirl. You just have no idea how much.”

Esme

EIGHT YEARS LATER

I rub my eyes and stare at the computer screen, my vision blurry. It’s close to midnight, and I’ve been up since five-thirty when Vito Jr. came banging on our bedroom door demanding heart-shaped waffles, which I make nearly every morning for both my boys.

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I’ve got a big presentation coming up for a Hamptons mansion just purchased by a freshly married Silicon Valley exec and her husband, who runs a venture capital firm out of New York. I empathize with them-their long-distance work schedules make my life look a lot simpler.

My eyelids are heavy as I put the final touches on the document I’m finishing. Then I stretch and yawn, just as Vito comes into the office carrying a cup of hot tea, wearing just his boxers, and even after eight years, the sight of him still makes my belly flutter and my pussy drench.

“Sweet girl. You need to sleep.” He leans down and kisses me, handing me the cup of hot liquid. “Whatever you’re working on isn’t as important as your health.”

“I know, Daddy.” I still call him that because it’s who he is to me, and our dynamic feeds us both in more ways than we could have imagined that first day I said that word to him. “I just finished.”

I’ve been working so much lately. I have my own design firm, and it’s grown more than I can keep up with.

Vito’s all but retired. He still owns the security company with Malcolm, but he’s basically a silent partner at this point. It’s grown nationwide, and Malcolm still enjoys the day-to-day work, even though he and Karen have four kids of their own now.

We still just have little Vito Jr. I had a small stroke during my delivery, and both my little man and I almost didn’t make it. After consulting with specialists and getting the best care in the world, Vito and I decided we would put our all into our one baby and be happy with the family God gave us.

Only along the way we’ve also adopted six dogs, four cats and a pygmy pig, all rescued from shelters, so the house is a lovely, chaotic mess even with Vito here full time, taking care of nearly everything so I can work.

Because I love my work. I love my family more, but I juggle both, and with Vito’s support, I get to have the best of both worlds and a husband who should win a medal every day for all he does for us.

We got married two months after I moved into his house and I found out I was pregnant. It was a small ceremony held in a sweet little church in upstate New York, where we could feel safe having my father come with some assistance. Karen and Malcolm were there, dancing around each other.

Vito wanted to give me whatever kind of wedding I wanted, but I truly just wanted to be married to him, no matter if we had a party or not. I love wearing his ring and taking his last name, even though as time has gone on, our marriage roles are not that traditional with me working and him staying home for the most part.

It works for us and our family, and that is the core of what is a priority for us both.

I sip the tea, and Vito comes around the back of my chair and starts to rub my shoulders, making me moan.

“You’re so good to me.”

“You’re my Bambina. I love you,” his deep voice rumbles, and I never tire of hearing those perfect three words.

“Everything ready for Mom and Dad?” I ask.

“Yes. The guesthouse is cleaned, food is stocked…”

“Thank you.” I turn my head up to look into his face. “You’re the best.”

“I know it.” He smiles down, then leans in and kisses me, his warm tongue swiping on my bottom lip and making me shiver at the thought of the magical things that tongue does to me every day.

Mom and Dad are coming for a visit, as they do every month or so when they aren’t traveling. Dad has recovered nearly ninety percent of his mobility thanks to some groundbreaking advances and surgery he had soon after Vito set him up with the amazing doctors in New York.

He and Mom travel a lot now. It was always their dream to fill the map on the kitchen wall at home with pins everywhere they’ve been, and with Vito’s financial help, their dreams are coming true.

“Come on, baby. It’s time for bed.” Vito spins my office chair around, then pulls me up, lifting me like I’m a feather and wrapping me around the front of him.

“Careful,” I protest, holding my mug of tea out. “We’re both going to be soaking wet if you’re not careful.”

He starts walking toward the office door as my legs grip around his back just above his ass.

“I like you wet. I like when your wetness makes parts of me wet. All in all, I like wet.”

We make our way to the bedroom and Vito puts me down, then strips me and motions for me to get on the bed.

“Head down, ass up, little girl.” His voice thickens, and it immediately has my pussy drenched and ready for what I know is about to come. “I need. Assume the position.”

I do as he says, crawling up onto our massive bed, my ass high in the air, back arched, face turned sideways on the soft bedding. Then I reach around and pull myself apart for him.

“That’s my girl. Showing me all you have to offer me.”

I twist my head and see him drop his boxers, his incredible cock already stiff and standing tall. His hand drifts down to stroke it slowly as he walks to the bed.

I yelp when the first smack hits my ass just under where my hands are, then another and another until the warmth spreads over my skin and I’m panting with my own sort of need.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please fuck me. Fuck my ass, please.”

“Hmmm. So many wonderful choices. You know I love all your holes.” When his mouth hits my soaking pussy, I cum almost immediately, my legs shaking as I fill the room with the sounds of my pleasure. Vito’s tongue laps at me and sucks my clit until I cum one more time, calling for him and begging for his cock to be inside me somewhere. Anywhere.

“You are a cock-hungry, dirty slut for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I feel the tip sliding up and down through my wetness. “Yes, Daddy. Always for you. Forever for you.”

“Good girl.”

The tip of his cock is at my ass, making me draw a sharp breath as I prepare for its invasion.

“Is this what you need?” Vito asks as the head pushes forward, spreading me.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a naughty girl, tempting Daddy like you do. Wearing your little dresses around without panties. Bending over, knowing you’re making me hard all day. You know I’m going to have to fuck you hard now. Teasing little girls get what’s coming to them.”

My heartbeat speeds and lust engulfs me. The tension between my legs grows as his cock slips inside my tight ring of muscle, making me gasp.

Daddy took time training me to take him like this for months before he thought my body would be ready for his thick length, and even all these years later it takes me a few minutes to adjust. But adjust as I do, there are always those first few minutes of glorious pain.

“It hurts,” I whimper, playing into our fantasy as he rocks back and forth, in and out, giving me an inch at a time.

“I know, princess, but you need to take this for Daddy. Be a good girl.”

Before long he’s deep inside me, and I’m so full my orgasm is already building long before he really begins to slam into me. As his tempo increases, my body explodes, and I cum, drenching the bedding beneath us as Vito’s growls rumble from behind me, telling me he’s close.

“God, it feels so good,” I pant, letting the waves of pleasure ride through me.

“This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine. All of you. Is. Mine. You understand that, little girl? You understand who you are?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. All of me is yours.”

Another sharp smack on my ass blinds me for a moment as he buries his cock as far as he can, his balls slapping low onto my hot pussy and clit, making me cum again immediately.

“You cum for me. You fuck for me. You suck my cock when I tell you to. God, I love you. I love all of you, baby.” His voice is tight, and he takes a few more deep strokes before we are both going off together, his hot seed spurting deep into me as his hands come to my shoulders, pulling my body back as tight as possible against his impaling dick.

When we both come down, Vito slips out of me and takes my hand as we make our way to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower.

Cocooned in the steam and warm water, he lathers my hair, and I soap his body. We lovingly clean each other before drying off and slipping into the cool sheets of the bed with my head on Vito’s chest and his arm wrapped around me, pulling me in tight.

“Sleep now, my princess. Know Daddy will watch over you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”