She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 400: The Dirty Professor (2)
Chapter 400: The Dirty Professor (2)
Heena’s legs trembled with every step as she followed Alex into the master bedroom. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it pulsing in her throat.
This was finally happening.
After all the teasing, the wine, the filthy show she’d put on for Lydia… Alex was taking her alone.
Excitement twisted sharply with genuine fear.
That monster between his legs had already wrecked her mouth tonight. Her jaw still ached from how brutally it had stretched her.
How was she supposed to take all of him by herself? The thought made her thighs clench and her stomach flutter with nervous heat.
She glanced back over her shoulder. Lydia still stood frozen near the service cart, eyes wide and hungry, watching them disappear.
Their gazes met for a brief second. Heena gave her a slow, wicked smile… equal parts triumph and invitation.
’You were fun to play with,’ she thought, ’but tonight… he’s mine.’
The heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind them with a soft, final sound.
Alex turned to face her, a wicked, predatory smile curving his lips. City lights filtered through the large windows, casting sharp shadows across his face and making him look even more dangerous.
“Now… my dear professor,” he said, his voice low and dark with promise, “you have nowhere left to run tonight.”
Heena shivered violently. A fresh wave of heat flooded her body.
She took an instinctive step back until the back of her knees bumped against the edge of the massive bed.
There was nowhere left to go.
Alex stalked toward her slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
His gaze dragged over her body… the tiny sheer black skirt that barely covered anything. The sheer stockings hugging her thighs, the tall heels, the reading glasses perched on her nose, and the red tie dangling teasingly between her bare breasts.
Heena stood there, breathing fast, deliciously exposed under his heavy stare.
“Turn around,” he ordered quietly.
She obeyed, slowly spinning in place. The short hem flared just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass and the delicate lace tops of her stockings.
Alex moved closer until she could feel the heat of his body against her back. His fingers traced the edge of the tiny skirt, then slipped underneath to cup her bare ass possessively.
“You’ve been such a dirty little professor tonight,” he murmured hotly against her ear. “Teasing me… showing off in front of outsiders…”
Heena whimpered as his fingers dipped between her thighs and found her already soaked.
“I… I couldn’t help it, Sir,” she breathed, slipping deeper into the role.
Alex chuckled darkly and delivered a firm smack to her ass. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room.
“Liar. You loved every second of it.”
He smacked the other cheek harder, making her jolt forward.
“Ahh!”
Heena gasped, instinctively gripping the silk bedsheets in both fists.
Her back arched deeply, pushing her ass higher for him. The tiny skirt rode up completely, exposing her dripping pussy and the smooth curves of her ass framed by the sheer black stockings.
“Look at you,” he continued, rubbing the stinging skin before landing another smack.
“Dressed like a slut in my suite. Stockings, heels, and this pathetic excuse for a skirt that doesn’t even cover your dripping cunt.”
He leaned in closer, breath hot against her ear.
“Tell me, Professor… what kind of teacher dresses like this for her student?”
His two thick fingers slid along her slick folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in.
“Unless… you want to seduce him, hmm?”
He circled her swollen clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her hips twitch desperately.
“Please… Alex…” she moaned, pushing back against his hand.
He wrapped the red tie around his fist like a leash and tugged her head back firmly.
“Address me properly, Professor.”
A needy whimper escaped her. “Please… Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Alex smiled against her neck and finally pushed two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot.
Heena cried out sharply, her walls clenching greedily around his fingers as a broken moan tore from her throat.
“Now tell me,” he growled against her ear, “have you been fantasizing about bending over your desk for your student? Wearing this pathetic little skirt so he could see how wet your cunt gets when you think about him?”
Heena moaned helplessly, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.
“Yes… Sir,” she gasped, voice trembling with shame and arousal. “I… I wanted to seduce you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your thick cock… even during class.”
Alex chuckled darkly, clearly pleased.
“That’s right,” he growled. “My dirty little professor has been aching to get fucked by her student.”
He continued scissoring his fingers inside her slick heat while his thumb teased her clit.
“Tell me, Professor… what should be done with a filthy teacher like you?”
Heena’s breath came in ragged gasps, her mind fogged with lust, glasses slipping down her nose.
“Punish me, Sir…” she breathed desperately.
“Punish me for not being a good teacher… for being such a filthy slut in front of my own student.”
Alex’s lips curved into a dark smile.
“Hmm… and how should I punish you?” he asked, mockingly thoughtful. “Should I punish this greedy little cunt… or should I tell your husband what a needy slut his wife has become? How she’s dripping and begging for her student’s cock instead of his?”
The word husband hit her hard. Heena whimpered sharply, her pussy clenching violently around his fingers as guilt and lust twisted together inside her.
“I’ll accept whatever you choose, Sir…” she gasped, voice shaking with surrender.
“Please… use me however you want.”
Alex’s voice dropped lower, filthy and commanding.
“Good girl. You’re being so obedient tonight.” He fucked her harder with his fingers, deeper and faster.
“Let’s start with your cunt then… I’m going to punish this sloppy, cheating pussy until you can’t even remember your husband’s name.”
Heena moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as Alex’s fingers drove into her without mercy.
The tiny skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, her stockings stretched tight over trembling thighs, and the red tie still wrapped around his fist like a leash.
She was completely at his mercy… and she had never felt more alive.
