Last night he stripped me down and held my hands over my head.
Then, using a hitachi on my pussy, he knelt on the bed next to me and slowly began fucking my mouth. After I came three times, moaning and squeaking between gasps on his cock, he pulled me off the bed until my ass hung over the edge.
I knew he was going to spank me so I immediately whined and covered my ass cheeks with both my hands. He pulled them off and I put them right back into place. He gathered my wrists easily in one hand and held them at the small of my back and pinned my legs with his.
He swatted me over and over until I was near tears and my ass was stinging and warm. I was still struggling to get away.
That’s when he fucked me roughly. Still holding my wrists behind me and occasionally giving my ass subsequent smacks. I howled and fussed.
Afterward, he pulled me into his arms and, while kissing every freckle on my face, he told me over and over how sexy I am.
I begged for more and tried my best to push farther along his shaft.
He made me beg for more….
“I can take it Daddy. I promise. Please can I have it all?”
“You think you can handle it?”
“Yes, Daddy, YES! Please!”
He kept teasing, rubbing my clit, and smiling. Moving the tip in and out with care and bringing me to the edge of orgasm by simply rubbing the tip of his cock over my clit….
My begging turned to sobs and pleads for release.
“Please may I cum, Daddy?!”
He grinned and chuckled at my sudden change in requests.
When he finally thrust in his WHOLE length he told me, “no cumming, not yet”.
I was supposed to have handed in an essay on experimental archaeology. Instead I handed in the silly thing I typed at my desk while listening to his lectures. I’d day dream about sucking his cock as he spoke about Vikings and other old boring things. It must’ve been all the talk about men taking whatever they wanted that inspired me. Whenever a naughty vision of myself at his knees, or new idea would flash in my mind, I’d pull up “Cocksucking: A How To” and add to my manual.
The same manual I printed off last week (thinking I’d be cute and post it anonymously in the bathroom at my dorm) along with my paper, and mistakenly turned in to my archaeology professor.
My very own Indiana Jones. The inspiration for my essay.
He was one of those ultra productive professors who graded papers right away. So it didn’t take long for me to receive an email after the horror of realizing my error. I was supposed to come before class the next day to discuss my paper and my grade.
Was he angry? Was he turned on? Are professors allowed to call your parents? Could I get kicked out of school? All these thoughts were swimming through my mind as I arrived and knocked tentatively at his door. He let me in and shut the door behind me. Without missing a beat, handed me my essay,
“If you put effort into your class work like you did this filth, you would be passing my class.”
All the air was sucked out of the room. Time stood still. My cheeks, which were pink before, must surely have been crimson. I couldn’t tell because I was numb from adrenaline. My whole body shook and I felt terror paint its way across my face.
“I’m not passing?” I managed to stammer.
“Not after missing this assignment, and frankly, I don’t know what you can do about it. My class rules and grading system are clear on this issue.”
I don’t know why, but I instinctively dropped to my knees as I whined and teared up. In an act of true desperation I begged:
“Please professor? Can’t I do something?”
He smirked cruelly. “Your essay claims to be the ultimate guide to cock sucking, “ he looked up at the clock, “if it is indeed 100% accurate, and you can prove it, I’ll accept and grade this essay in lieu of your missing one.”
My heart was in my ears and my throat. At least I was already on my knees. I nodded in agreement. I couldn’t leave school. I couldn’t fail this class and as much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself….. In the back of my mind….. I wanted this.
He knew it too.
“Hand it here and I will read it as you work.”
I looked up at him hopefully as I handed it over. Already on my knees, I sat on my heels in order to keep my back straight, pulled down his zipper and freed his already hard, throbbing cock. If I had been in any other situation, with any other man, I might’ve smirked to myself at how easy this job might actually be. His cock strained for my mouth, desperate for the hot, wet pleasure it was about to receive.
He wanted this too, of course.
I tentatively took him into my mouth and began working in and out. I glanced up at his face which was concentrating on my essay and as I hit a dutiful pace, I occasionally heard him chuckle or make understand-y noises as he read. I made sure to look up the whole time (just as I advised in my essay) which was good because he occasionally dropped the pages to watch me and my technique or to give me an arched eyebrow over something I’d written.
“Ah, so you’d like it if I squeezed your breasts while you give my cock kisses.” And, he did just that, reaching into the top of my blouse to squeeze and caress them as he continued to read.
“And you like your head to be controlled, huh?” he asks as he rolled the papers and held them along with a handful of hair he used to drive me down onto his cock.
I couldn’t help it. I moaned in pleasure and he smirked as he watched me.
After a while, he went back to reading. This happens with various parts of my essay, where he paused to act out a particular part I’ve written. He was right. I put a lot of time and effort into that manual. More than I ever should’ve.
By the time he was finished reading I was a wet, squirmy mess. My panties were soaked and my face was covered in saliva. He removed his still hard cock from my mouth and I whined and huffed. I wanted him. I wanted his cock. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Very good. Would you like to earn extra credit?”
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Later, as I was sitting in his class feeling his cum leak out of me and watching him subtly adjust his pants as he lectured I realized I’d be needing a lot of tutoring in archaeology this year.
If for some reason Daddy were to neglect his morning inspection ritual it might occur later in the day. Baby wouldn’t know where or when Daddy would choose to stand her against a wall and flip up her skirt.
If caught wearing slutty big girl panties, baby’s ass would surely be pink and red when they returned home.
Summer days started with baby asking Daddy to approve of her summer dress. She was to model it politely and smile.
Daddy decided every morning if she’d been a good girl the day before. If so, she was allowed to wear her pretty panties. If she missbehaved the previous day, baby went bare.
She always begged for panties. She felt so slutty without them and was constantly blushing and pulling down at the hem of her skirt. On days she wasn’t allowed them Daddy would tease and whisper inappropriate things to make her blush harder.
He told her naughty girls start their day with no panties and good girls start appropriately dressed and usually find themselves with their panties moved to the side, or down to their thighs, or down to their knees, or around their ankles.
He’s got to be one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever met.
Girls write nasty songs about guys like him. Users. Creeps. Men who collect hearts in jars who would much rather stick their dick in your throat to shut you up rather than hear you talk about your feelings.
I absolutely despise him.
So then why, why do I always find myself in his backseat? Panties around my knees, a sore ass and wet, throbby pussy…. glaring at his smirk and hoping he’ll spank me and fuck me one more time before he drops me off at home?
He calls me “Lola” and sometimes treats me like a little girl. His calm, authoritative voice and smooth, calculating manner is all the convincing I need to play along. He lets me spend the night at his place but sometimes that means he’d stay up late to watch movies while I, having to wake up early, went to bed first. One night, I didn’t want to go to bed. I wanted to stay in his arms on the couch so I fussed a bit. After a few minutes squirming, whining, and huffing I finally asked,
“Will you tuck me in, Daddy?”
He looked down at me with a half smirk over his glasses.
“You want to be tucked in, little Lola?”
I blushed, my cheeks turning bright red.
“Please?” I whimpered into my shoulder as I started to fidget with the cuff of his shirt.
“Go on, get ready and I’ll be up shortly.”
I practically squeaked at my victory and climbed up the stairs to his loft bedroom. The half-wall loft meant he could watch me undress and I could watch him pour himself a nightcap before I slipped into his big, cold bed. I squirmed excitedly under the covers and debated to myself whether to leave the covers up or to push them down.
My internal struggle was resolved when I heard the wooden stairs creaking under his weight as he climbed the steps. I squealed to myself and closed my eyes, feigning sleep, until I could feel his body hovering above me. It was at that moment I immediately knew I didn’t want him to return to his movie.
He leaned over, pulling the duvet over my naked body, and moved his face very close to mine.
“There, there little one,” he purred and kissed me with the smoky/sweet/sour whisky still lingering on his breath.I hated that taste but I wanted more. He started to pull away, and I tugged with both hands at his shirt collar.
“Please? Another kiss, Daddy?”
My legs squirmed involuntarily under the covers as I awaited his reply. I didn’t have to wait long before I was rewarded with his lips. I wanted him. He couldn’t leave. But I could already feel him pulling away again so I boldly stuck my tongue in his mouth and attempted to convince him to ignore his movie. I begged between kisses.
“Please?”
Kiss.
“Please?”
Kiss.
Eventually, between my legs began to throb and moisten.
“Tuck me in?” I whispered in the most angelic little voice I could muster.
In reply he smiled and his hand snaked its way under the covers and between my legs. He watched my face as his fingers met my opening and dipped inside without warning. I gasped as he kissed me hungrily using his moistened fingers to rub my clit in little circles. I moaned and begged for more, pleading with my eyes and thrusting my hips to meet his skilled fingers. He smiled at my impatience,
“Good night kisses aren’t enough, little Lola?”
I blushed my, ‘yes’.
“My darling temptation,” he sighed as he stood erect and sucked his two fingers before slowly taking off his shirt button by button. I squirmed eagerly, knowing his hardened cock would soon be pushed inside me. He saw my impatience and slowed his movements. I whimpered and when he finally started removing his pants, I couldn’t wait anymore. I slyly licked two of my own little fingers and started rubbing myself.
He noticed and I could see a shift in his demeanor.
I began to move my hand away before he growled, “Don’t stop,” and, cock in hand, approached the bed. I still lay on my back, my head nestled softly in his big dark blue pillows yet he managed to grab a fistful of my hair.
“Open…My greedy little whore,” he motioned to my mouth with his cock.
I winced, ”Yes, Daddy…..” before he silenced me by pushing his cock between my lips. This wasn’t the cock placement I was expecting and I knew right away it wasn’t a standard blow job he wanted.
“Keep rubbing, little girl” he snarled, eyeing my fingers as they worked over my pussy. I wanted to reply but my moans and breath were stifled by cock as he slowly fucked my mouth.
“Good girl.”
After a few thrusts into my mouth, it was clear he needed more leverage. He put a leg up on the bed which pinned me to that spot.I could barely move my arm to rub myself, but I worked straining to rub and whimpering as drool began to leak down my cheeks.
“Keep rubbing my greedy little Lola. I want you to cum while I fuck your face,” he growled, clearly pleased with my little struggle.
Hearing my pet name sent waves of tingling to my clit. I began to buck my hips as he fucked faster rocking his hips eagerly and pressing his weight down onto me.
“You’re a good little girl who swallows, aren’t you?”
Myorgasm was drawing close.That yummy, tingly pressure was building and I focused on his voice and his question and somehow managed to mumble my ‘yes’ through white, fuzzy pleasure. As I lay reeling with my hand squeezed tight between my thighs, my orgasm still pounding through my clit, I felt his cock still pushing in and out of my throat. Finally, a few seconds later, his hot cum spurted into my mouth and down my throat.I swallowed the warm, salty wad and he pulled his cock out of my mouth to reveal a little cum still leaking out. Desperate to please, I greedily licked it up.
