Daddy’s Favorite Slut: A Collection of Short, Steamy Erotic Stories

[A girl walks into her professor’s office thinking she’s in control, ready to seduce him and finally get what she’s been craving.] I had a dirty plan to seduce Professor Roman Blake, so I walked into the university building like a woman on a mission. After weeks of flirting with him, I was done waiting. I was going to seduce him so completely, he'd forget his own damn name. No more games. No more pretending. Today was the day I walked into his office, crawled onto that desk, spread my legs wide, and begged him to fûck the brat right out of me. I wanted him to bend me over, grip my hips, and pound into me until my knees buckled and my voice was hoarse from screaming his name. I was going to ride him in that squeaky old chair like it was the last thing I’d ever do, grind down on his cóck until the chair gave out and his cûm was dripping down my thighs. I was going to make him mine. The moment he asked me to stop by his office after classes, I knew the universe had finally handed me what I wanted. I went back to my dorm, stripped, and changed into my chosen armor: a tight graphic tee stretched across my bóóbs, sheer black lace underneath. My short pleated skirt barely covered the matching thong, and every step made it swish up just a little too far, revealing my round ass underneath. I whistled under my breath as I walked right straight into temptation. His door was half open when I knocked. "Come in," he said, standing tall behind his desk. Damn, he was even hotter than usual! He was tall as hell, and had a six-foot-six of solid, military muscle that demanded respect. He had a dimpled smile that made him even sexier. Every time he talked in class, I caught myself imagining that deep, rough voice moaning my name. Just one look and I was ready to drop to my knees without thinking twice. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. "Yes, Professor Roman? You asked to see me?" He motioned for me to sit. "Close the door, Ms. Isabelle. We need to talk." I sat down slowly, crossing my legs just enough to let the hem of my skirt slip up. I knew he saw the flash of my thong which barely covering my cûnt. That was the point. Professor Blake leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded, watching me like he could see right through my little act. He smirked, "Your performance lately has... shifted. And I’m not just talking about grades." Oh God. Here we go! I bit my lip and looked at the floor, pretending to be innocent. My cheeks burned. "During lectures, your eyes wander. Particularly, I've caught you staring at my crotch. You’ve also been dressing to... distract. This outfit isn’t exactly subtle for school." I blinked at him, pretending to be confused. "I don’t understand." He stood, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of me. His presence alone sucked the air out of the room. "You do. You know exactly what you're doing. I’ve caught you staring at my cóck more than once in class. And that skirt? I remember it. Last week. You had red panties on, if I’m not mistaken." My eyes widened. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. He leaned closer, brushing hair from my face. His fingertips lingered, then twisted into my hair, tugging until I gasped. "If you wanted to be fûcked, Ms. Isabelle, all you had to do was ask. But since you decided to play games, now you’re going to work for it." His voice dropped lower with every word and my thighs clenched. My panties were already soaked. His other hand reached out, flicking my nîpple through the sheer fabric. My back arched involuntarily. "Now, you’ll follow my rules. You call me Sir or Professor. Do what I tell you, when I tell you. Say ‘red’ if you want everything to stop. Understood?" I swallowed hard. "Yes, Professor." "Good girl. Now kneel." He smiled. I dropped to my knees so fast it made my head spin. I didn't even think, I just obeyed. Professor Roman looked down at me, one brow raised like I’d finally done something right. “Let’s see if that filthy little mouth is as useful as those outfits you keep teasing me with.” My lips parted, breath shaky. I watched him unzip his pants with slowly. My heart thundered in my chest. Then he pulled it out. Oh Fuckk! I gasped. I was staring at the thickest, prettiest cóck I’d ever seen in my life. My mouth watered instantly. “No hands,” he said, sharply. I leaned in, swirling my tongue around the head of his cóck. I savored the weight of it on my lips as I licked it in slow circles, teasing him, as I memorized every ridge, and every vein. His hand fisted in my hair again, tugging gently at first, then harder when I tried to pull back. “Don’t play with it like a toy, Ms. Isabelle,” he warned. “Earn it. Suck this cóck.” That made my pûssy throb. I opened wider and took him deeper, gagging slightly as he pushed past my throat. My eyes watered but I kept going. The groan that rumbled from his chest made every inch of the effort worth it. “Good girl,” he muttered, tightening his grip in my hair. God, that did something to me. Every time he said it, I got wetter. I bobbed my head slowly, then faster, tongue dragging along the underside of his cóck. I could feel him twitch in my mouth. I was doing something right. Then, just when I thought I could take even more of him, he pulled out. His cóck was glistening with spit, thick and hard and angry-looking. “Not bad,” he said, breath slightly uneven. “But I expect better from a mouth that bold. Take off your shirt. Leave the rest on.” I obeyed without hesitation, tugging my tee over my head and dropping it to the floor. My nîpples were already hard, poking through the thin lace of my bra. Still on my knees, I looked up at him. His eyes darkened as they raked over me. “Fûck, you’re stunning,” he murmured, walking around me like I was art on display. He stopped behind me. Then I felt his hands, large and warm, cupping my breàsts through the lace. He gave a slow squeeze that made me whimper. “You suck cóck like you haven’t had decent dîck in years,” he said against my ear, voice thick with lust. “Tell me. How long’s it been, Ms. Isabelle?” I swallowed, trying to stay steady. “Six months, Professor Roman.” "He chuckled, low and pleased. “Perfect. I love fûcking girls who’ve gone without cóck for a long while. It makes them that much hungrier.” I nodded, biting my lip, already desperate for more. “Go stand in front of the desk.” I got to my feet, legs shaky, and walked over to the desk, my heart pounding. My thong was soaked, and my body trembled. I knew what was coming next. And I wanted every filthy second of it.