I was feel so fucking bummed. This is my second year in college and I couldn’t get into Daddy’s archeology class. I’m stuck with taking it with some old fucker who probably can’t get a hard-on. And even worse, no more special breaks in daddy’s office after class.
THAT’S what I was thinking!!! But, man, have I been wrong. This old man started checking me out the first day of class. I smiled back at him, getting a thrill, thinking that maybe I could make his withered cock twitch. I teased him all week, wearing short skirts, low-cut tops, and sexy perfume. Finally, I got his attention.
“Miss Bates, could I see you after class?” he asked over the rim of his glasses. I was a bit nervous because I had failed the last exam. I closed the door behind me and sat down in front of him.
“I called you in because of your grades, Miss Bates. I am aware that your father runs an archeology class. If you are trying to get transferred, you are out of luck.” He looked at me sternly and I burst into tears.
He came around and patted my shoulder. “There, there, don’t cry, honey. I know your daddy has a very special relationship with you. He talks about you constantly. I don’t have a daughter. Perhaps you could be mine, too.” I felt him rub my back and then he leaned down to kiss me. I admit it. I responded and kissed him back. A slight moan escaped my lips. “Thank you, daddy. I will be a good girl from now on. I won’t tease you anymore.”
One of his wrinkled hands slid down and fondled my breast. I didn’t stop him. He picked me up and sat me on the desk. I trembled with need as he pulled off my panties and buried his face in my muff. He was an expert pussy eater who brought me to an intense orgasm. His tongue on my clit had me squirting.
I was still gasping as he stood up and began to open his fly. What he then released was the biggest cock I had ever seen. The thing was huge and thick, with a bulbous mushroom head. It looked like an angry beast, all veiny and purple. I wondered how he would fit it in my tight pussy.
I shouldn’t have wondered because my lubed cunny opened right up for it. He pushed it deep and I almost screamed. “Oh, Daddy, fuck me.” I sobbed. Daddy was a fuck machine, his steel rod moving in and out of my box, his huge nuts banging against my thighs. I could feel my pussy pulsating, winding up like a spring ready to escape.
Suddenly, my new daddy pushed me to my knees. “Suck.” he commanded. I opened my mouth wide as he pumped me full of vintage fuck sauce. I slurped to keep up with the massive load of cum. He sat down hard in the chair, his face slack. I had to laugh at him.
Me and Daddy fuck all the time now. For an old fart, he can come several times. We love fucking in new places at school. We fucked in the gym, under the bleachers, in the teacher’s lounge, and once we did it on the dean’s desk. I left my smelly panties there especially for him. Now he will wonder, every time he looks at his students, which one left him a surprise. I bet he jerks off in them in his office. Who knows? I may have to pay him a little visit and make him my Daddy, too.
