Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“Perfect,” he rasps. “You certainly are a female in heat. Now, use the Crisco. Oil up those curves,” he commands.

My hand trembles as I dip my fingers into the jar, but there’s nothing to do but obey. I smear the oil over my nipples, trying not to meet John’s eyes. Then I slick my fingers down my plush belly, before skimming over my thighs and calves.

“Don’t forget your cunt, sweetheart,” he sneers. “And your asshole too.”

Oh god, this is so humiliating, not to mention bizarre. But Bart and I need that money, so taking a deep breath, I dip my fingers into the Crisco again and slowly run one hand through my pussy, getting it good and lubed up, before reaching around to oil up my ass too. This doesn’t feel sexy, flirtatious, or exciting at all. Instead, I’m frigid and numb, like a robot going through the motions.

But John’s clearly excited. He’s practically bouncing in his trainers now, his brown hair flopping up and down.

“Okay, come outside, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll blow the whistle and give you a five-minute head start. You take off running, and then I’ll hunt you down.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh?” I ask in a faint voice. “And then what?”

His expression becomes animalistic, almost unrecognizable with its bulging eyes and bared teeth.

“I thought we went through this already. I fuck you, of course,” he rasps. “We’ll save your precious virginity, don’t worry. An alpha male has his ways.”

Damn. I’m sure John’s “ways” mean pushing his fingers into my orifices, or maybe violating me with a branch or twig. Is that even legal? I shudder with dread, and my feet drag as he shepherds me outside. Sure enough, night has fallen, and the nursery is deserted. Even more astonishing, there’s a rolling green in back of the property, along with some prickly bushes, a maze of hedges, as well as tall trees forming a dense growth in the back.

“How big is this lawn?” I ask in a faint voice.

“Big enough,” John quips. Then he lifts a whistle to his mouth and blows a sharp TWEET! We’re off! I leap into motion, bounding over the grass as fast as I can in my bare feet. Tears stream down my cheeks because this is awful. I’m about to be taken and controlled by a man I hate, but if I want to survive, then I have to do this.

Bart

What the fuck is going on? No way did I believe that Christy was going to see a movie with her friend Vanessa because I’ve met Vanessa before, and that girl is a ho. If I’m not mistaken, that girl’s got the hots for older men, and I mean older by a lot. Not two decades, but rather three or even four.

As a result, I knew in my gut that Christy wasn’t headed to the theater. Besides, why was she wearing such a ridiculous outfit beneath her coat? The get-up was very Madonna in the 80’s, and not “I’m going to the movies with my girlfriend.”

As a result, I trailed the brat in my truck, and my heart sank when she pulled up to the Elliston Nursery. What the fuck? What was she doing here? Was she here to see Jet again?

With my heart in my throat, I skulked around the property, being sure to stay clear of the last remaining employees. As people left for the night, I managed to stay hidden behind a topiary display, and after the gate shut, I began roaming around, looking for Christy and that asshole, Jet.

I was just about to give up, when suddenly, who but my gorgeous stepdaughter exits a greenhouse, totally lush and nude while clutching herself from the cold. Even more weird, it looks like she’s completely oiled up. Her limbs are shiny and plump-looking, and even her pussy has a coat of heavy lube.

I’m about to call out, but then John Elliston emerges behind the sassy brat, his form tall and ominous. The fucker is dressed like a burglar in all black, with a beanie on his head and black sneakers. Then, before I realize what’s happening, he toots on a whistle, and Christy takes off over the lawn, her bare feet moving as fast as possible.

Wait a minute. What’s going on? Why does the nubile girl look like she’s running for her life? Meanwhile, John Elliston grins maliciously as he pulls out his cock, giving it a few stiff pumps. The fuck…? Then, he tucks himself back in and takes off running as well, obviously in hot pursuit of my lovely nymph.

Fuck this. It’s clear what John Elliston wants. He’s going to hunt down my beautiful girl before taking her every which way … and it’s up to me to stop him.

Christy

I lurch through the brush, half-crying and half-laughing. This scenario is so fucked up that I don’t know what to do. I’m being chased in the nude by a deranged asshole who also happens to be my boss. He’s offered me a ton of money, but at this point, I wonder if it’s all been a huge mistake because no amount of cash is worth this.

But as I plunge through the underbrush, I can feel John Elliston drawing near. The air around me grows poisonous and dank, and I can literally hear his heavy footfalls behind me. The knowledge makes the hairs on my neck rise, and I let out a shrill shriek as something enormous crashes into my back, knocking me to the ground.

“Ahhhh!” I scream. “Ohh!”

“Yeah, I got you now!” Elliston chortles with glee, his big hands pawing at my breasts. One even slides down to caress between my thighs, and to my horror, he niggles my hole a bit.

“You’re ready, Christy,” he breathes, his eyes crazed. “Ready for a real man.”

I try to get away, but if anything, my desperate struggle only turns him on. Elliston pins me down easily, reaching down to pull his cock out with one hand. It’s small actually, and a sad purplish color that speaks to poor nutrition and advancing age. But John doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“Yeah, I’m going to taste what my son’s been having,” he moans deliriously, staring at my pinned form with lust. “Oh yeah, little Jet boy has nothing on his dad.”

Oh my god, is this some kind of perverted one-upmanship? Does John think that he’s in competition with his son for the same woman? But there’s no time to think because John’s already aiming his cock at my pussy hole. He forces my knees back, staring down at my flushed curves with a deranged hunger. Only the whites of his eyes show, and he’s literally frothing at the mouth.

I close my eyes because nothing could be worse than this. I’m about to be taken against my will by my boss, a horrible monster who has a fucked-up value system. Even more, I wish I’d never agreed to this for the sake of money. Money shouldn’t rule our lives. It shouldn’t rulemylife, certainly, yet this is the consequence of my bad decisions.

I lie there like a limp rag, expecting a pain and brutality that will change my life forever. But right when the hammer’s about to drop, I feel John being yanked off me with a surprised huff, and then the man sails through the air in an arc before landing in a tumbled heap.

“Ooof!” he squeals. “Umph!”

“What?” I murmur, my eyes opening slowly. “What’s going on?”

My stepfather’s there, his blue eyes burning. Bart stares at me and then turns, his massive shoulders a bulwark against the horror and brutality that surround me. Then, he lifts my curves into his arms bridal-style, nuzzling his face into my curls for a moment.

“Sweetheart, I will never let anything happen to you,” he vows harshly. “But let’s talk later. Right now, I need to get you out of here.”

Then, Bart turns and begins to run, back across the green, and to the safety of the parking lot. I clutch my stepfather’s shoulders and cry because I don’t deserve to be saved. I deserve everything bad that was about to happen, and yet salvation has come in the form of my lover, Bart Cranston.

Bart

“Are you okay?” I ask in a low tone, throwing Christy a concerned glance. “I got to you just in the nick of time, didn’t I?”

The beautiful brunette nods, her eyes shadowed and her expression sad. She’s curled up on the couch with a hot mug of tea clasped between her hands, as well as a warm throw draped over her shoulders. But I can see how the sweet girl is shivering, and how she’ll be having nightmares from today’s events.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were meeting John Elliston?” I ask in a low voice. “What was that bullshit about meeting Vanessa for a movie?”

Christy doesn’t answer at first. Instead, she gazes off into the distance, her expression somber. But then she lets out a sigh, and turns to look at me.

“It’s because he offered me money, Bart,” she murmurs. “And we need it.”

“How much?” I ask in a sharp tone.

“A lot,” she shrugs. “If I let him touch me, he was going to double my salary, in addition to throwing in a bonus for the hunt.”

I pause for a moment.

“I saw that money,” I say in a low voice. “He had it laid out in cash on a table, right?”

She nods.

“In the greenhouse. I don’t know why John Elliston had that much cash on his person, but it was a special sweetener for agreeing to the hunt. Still, I can’t believe that happened,” she says in a small, defeated voice.

I go to sit next to her on the sofa, my blue gaze hard.

“You should never sell your body for money, Christy,” I say in a low voice. “You’re worth a thousand times more than anything he could offer.”

She nods, looking down at her hands.

“I know, but I felt like I had no choice, Bart. He threatened to fire me if I didn’t agree to his demands, and you know that my salary is the only money we have coming in the door right now. It puts a roof over our heads, and food on the table,” she says in a quiet voice.

My heart collapses on itself because this isn’t what I want. I want to take care of my sweet girl, and for her to have every luxury at her fingertips. So I look into Christy’s big brown eyes then, my voice serious.

“Sweetheart, you’re only eighteen. You shouldn’t bear the weight of our economic situation. That’s for me to carry.”

“Yes, but you haven’t found a job yet-”

That’s when I cut her off.