Page 10 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
I modeled on and off since college and posted for underwear brands. I was frequently approached by porn magazines but resisted their offer until I was desperate for money. I didn’t show my full face in those shots, though, and put on makeup besides dying my hair. No one would even recognize me without knowing me well. If Anna hadn’t found it in my house, she wouldn’t have been able to make the connection.
It’s hard to describe my emotions at the moment. If any other student of mine saw my picture, I would undoubtedly be as embarrassed as hell. But the person being Anna makes it exciting instead. Everything makes sense now. Hell, the horny little girl is obviously obsessed with my picture, and she’s been getting off using it since the day at my house. Undoubtedly, she’s taking my class because she has the hots for me.
The realization thrills me. I’ve been no less obsessed with her for the past weeks. As I promised, I have her clean my house every week now, and I’m planning to hire her to do some simple research for my next paper. But being near her is torture because I have to resist the urge to touch her. She’s off-limits. She’s nineteen but still young. She’s not only John’s daughter but my student as well.
“You were touching yourself while looking at my picture?” I ask calmly despite my raging hormones.
“Mmm, yeah,” she lowers her gaze. “You are hot.”
I resist a chuckle. “Do you do that a lot?”
“Do what?”
“Get yourself off on dick pics?”
“Oh God,” she cries and covers her face because of embarrassment. “You think I’m a slut!”
“Aren’t you?”
“I’m not! I’d never even liked this kind of photo before I saw yours.”
“But you like mine?” my voice is husky, betraying my lust.
She nods.
I want nothing but to show Anna the real thing instead of the picture, but not yet. I need to tease her a bit because she’s been teasing me for so long.
“You horny little girl,” I say. “Turn around.”
She shudders at my command, but she obeys it without hesitation.
I bend her over the seat she was in earlier, her rear end pointing to the ceiling.
I suck in a breath. She’s wearing a thong that hides nothing of her.
“Fuck, Anna, you have a beautiful ass,” I say. “But too bad I’m going to leave some marks here.”
“What do you mean?” she whines.
“I’m going to punish you, little girl.”
“Punish? What do you mean?”
I ignore her protest and give her a swat on the plump, soft flesh. “This is what I mean, Anna. You need a good spanking.”
She shudders. “I can’t believe it. Tony. This is against the law…,” she complains but doesn’t struggle. In fact, her throaty voice suggests she wants me to continue what I’m doing.
I give her another smack. “Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it, baby? Sue me and tell the world the reason you got the punishment? That you were caught getting off using my picture in my class?”
Chapter 9
Anna
Damn. He’s got a point. No way in hell I’ll file any complaint about this. Besides, the spanking isn’t that bad. It doesn’t hurt except a bit of stinging and jiggling, and I like the feel of his warm, callused hand on my skin. My girly juice drips down uncontrollably.
“You naughty little girl. You’ve got the Nile down there,” Tony says and without warning, he shoves two fingers into my pussy.
I cry out. No one has ever done it to me, not even myself. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never been finger fucked either. The only guy I had sex with could never wait to shove his prick inside me.
