All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Birthday Present

~Bonnie"Happy 21st birthday, Bon Bon!" Mum screamed happily, balancing a cake in her hands as I stepped out of my room, already dressed for school. I'd completely forgotten it was my birthday.I blew out the candle, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. "Thanks so much, Mum. I'll see you later, I'm late for school." I turned toward the door."Just like that? You're not going to cut the cake or show a little excitement? It's your birthday!" Her voice caught, half teasing, half hurt."And I've got you a gift. Wait right here." She dashed upstairs and returned with a big wrapped box, eyes bright. I stopped, chest tight. "I'm sorry, Mum, but I'm not taking any gift from you right now. If there's any gift I want, it's for you to get a husband. I hate seeing you alone. You act like you're okay, like you can handle everything, but you can't."The words tumbled out harsher than I meant. Her face crumpled,sadness flashing before she masked it."Mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" "No, it's okay." S

Walked Into Trouble

~BonnieI woke up earlier than usual, the pink G-string already on my mind before my eyes even opened fully. The house was quiet, Mum was still asleep downstairs I guess. I slipped out of bed, showered slowly and hot, letting the water run over me like it could wash away the nerves. It didn’t.Back in my room, towel dropped, I stood in front of the full length mirror. The pink lace sat low on my hips, thin straps framing my ass, the front barely covering anything. I turned side to side, heart already racing. Wrong. So wrong. But the wrongness felt like fire under my skin.I grabbed my phone, angled it behind me, snapped a few shots, back arched, ass out, the pink string disappearing between my cheeks. Then one from the front, my clothes not on yet, just the lace and my bare stomach. My thumb hovered over the screen for a full minute. Courage. Or stupidity. I opened the contact card he’d given me yesterday, his private number saved as M and attached the photos. No caption, I just s

Show you...?

~BonnieI stayed pinned against the door, back flat to the wood, skirt hiked up just enough that the pink lace must have been showing at the edges. My breath came short and shallow, chest rising and falling under the tight crop top. The cleavage he’d pushed up earlier looked even more obscene now, nipples hard against the thin fabric from the cool air, or from him.Professor Marcellus didn’t touch me yet. He just stood there, inches away, eyes roaming slowly.Down my bare stomach, over the hem of the skirt, back up to my face. He tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a passage in one of his books.“You took the long way,” he said quietly. Not a question.I nodded. “You asked.”A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I did.”He reached past me again, same motion as before but this time his forearm brushed the side of my breast as he turned the lock a second time, double checking. The click sounded final. No interruptions. No escape.He stepped back half a pace, gi

Just Like That!

~BonnieI dropped to my knees the moment he said “open,” my heart hammering against my ribs. The carpet burned my skin, but I didn’t care. Professor Marcellus stood over me, trousers open, cock thick and flushed, already glistening at the tip from my earlier teasing.I wrapped my hand around the base, hot, velvet hard and leaned in. My tongue flicked out first, lapping slow circles around the head, tasting salt and him. He hissed above me, fingers threading gently into my hair, not pulling, just guiding.Then I took him deeper. Lips stretched wide, I slid down inch by inch until he bumped the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, sucked hard, tongue pressing flat along the underside, swirling every time I pulled back. Saliva slicked him, dripping down my chin. I bobbed faster, messy and eager, moaning around his length so the vibration hummed through him.“Fuck, Bonnie,” he groaned, hips twitching. “Just like that.”I looked up, eyes watering, mascara smudged and locked gazes w

what the fu...?

~BonnieThe next morning hit me like a soft hangover, not from alcohol, but from everything else. My body still remembered every place he’d touched, every sound I’d made against his desk. I woke up sore in the best way, the torn pink lace still balled up in the corner of my room like evidence I hadn’t bothered to hide. I showered slowly, let the hot water chase the ache, then dressed carefully, white blouse tied at the waist, high waisted black trousers that hugged my hips without screaming for attention, then I put on my low heels with glasses on. Professional enough for campus, subtle enough that only he would notice how the blouse gaped just right when I leaned forward.I was halfway to school, cab stuck in morning traffic when my phone buzzed.Mum.“Don’t forget, baby girl. Dinner tonight at The Orchid Hotel, 8 pm sharp. You’re finally meeting him, your new stepdad. Dress nice. I’m so excited for you two to get along. Love you “I stared at the message, thumb hovering. New step

Can't Erase The Scene

~BonnieMum was still beaming, her hand resting on his forearm as if anchoring him to the moment. “Marcellus has been so good to me, Bon Bon. Patient. Kind. And he already knows so much about you from the stories I’ve told him.” She laughed lightly, oblivious to the way the air had turned solid. Marcellus, Professor Marcellus hadn’t moved. His hand, the one that had just kissed my knuckles, hung suspended for half a second before he lowered it slowly to the tablecloth.His eyes stayed on me. Not wide with panic. Not guilty. Just… locked. Like he was recalculating every single thing he’d done in the last twenty four hours.I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest felt caged. The red dress that had felt powerful ten minutes ago now clung like a lie.“Bonnie? Don't you like him?” Mum’s voice sharpened. “Say something, baby. You’re scaring me.”I forced my hand down from my mouth. Swallowed once. Twice.“Hi,” I managed. The word came out cracked, too small for the room.Marcellus spoke then

Show Me...

~BonnieI woke up before the alarm, body already humming with anticipation and dread in equal measure. The house was quiet, Mum still asleep, probably dreaming about white dresses and forever. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slow circles, replaying last night’s dinner like a movie I couldn’t pause.I dragged myself out of bed, showered cold this time. I dressed simply in fitted black blouse tucked into high waisted jeans that hugged my hips, thin gold chain at my neck, the one Mum gave me for my birthday, my hair pulled into a low bun, glasses on. I took my phone and deleted my chats with Marcellus and then I blocked his number.By 10:30 I was out the door, telling Mum I had an early study group. She kissed my cheek, told me to be safe, reminded me she loved me. I smiled like everything was normal.The cab ride felt endless. The traffic crawled, horns blaring. I stared out the window, watching people live normal lives while mine cracked open at the seam

Tell me to go...

~BonnieI just found myself in a room getting undressed by a black man. Jay’s hands moved with quiet confidence, sliding the straps of my dress down my shoulders, letting the fabric pool at my feet. He didn’t rush. His fingers traced my collarbone, then lower, unhooking my bra with one smooth flick. My panties followed, tugged down slowly until I stepped out of them, completely bare under the dim lamp light.He guided me back onto the bed, knees bent, legs parted. His dark eyes never left mine as two fingers slipped inside me, slow at first, curling, exploring. Then a third joined, stretching me open, pumping deeper, faster. His thumb circled my clit in tight, relentless strokes. I jerked against his hand, hips lifting, breath hitching in sharp gasps. The pressure built fast, too fast and I came hard, thighs clamping around his wrist, body shaking as I released in wet, pulsing waves that soaked his fingers.He didn’t stop. He lowered his head, mouth replacing his hand. His tongue

We Shouldn't Be Doing This...

~MarcellusI stepped closer, unable to stop myself. The steam from the shower still clung to my skin, but it was her heat that burned now. Naked, dripping, she stood there like something carved from temptation, curves soft and full, skin glowing from her own bath, waist beads glinting like tiny secrets. Gosh. As much as I told myself to walk away, to remember the ring I was supposed to give her mother, to remember the line I’d already crossed and crossed again… I couldn’t let go. She was too sweet. Too alive. Too everything I’d spent years pretending I didn’t need.My eyes traced her, breasts heavy and perfect, nipples already tight from the cool air or from the way I was looking at her, stomach flat then flaring into hips that begged to be gripped, the dark triangle between her thighs calling me like sin itself.Before I could speak, she moved.Her hands shot out, fingers hooking the knot of my towel. One sharp tug and it fell away, pooling at my feet. I was already hard, had been

Meeting Again

~BonnieThe blue light of the laptop screen was the only thing keeping me anchored. I stared at the blinking cursor, my fingers hovering over the keys, but the words I was supposed to be typing had long since dissolved into a blur of static.The door creaked open, not a tentative knock, but the confident, heavy stride of someone who owned every inch of the air she breathed. My mother."You’re doing it again," she said, her voice cutting through the silence of the room. She didn’t wait for an invitation. She crossed the floor and leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing her arms over her chest. "That cloud is following you around again, Bonnie. You’ve been acting weird for like a week now."I didn't look up. "I'm just tired, Mum. School work is piling up.""Don't give me tired. I know tired. This is something else." She let out a long, dramatic sigh, the kind that usually preceded a lecture on my lack of gratitude. "Don’t tell me you pestered me for years to get myself a suitabl

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