Daddy One Shots

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Unlike in the fantasy on the page, Tiana wasn't wearing pants or panties for that matter.

The little w***e had on that tiny mini skirt with nothing underneath. Her p***y lips peeked out between her legs, glistening with wetness. Matt knew there would be no panties, because he had been staring at that same naked, pink p***y all month.

All while pretending not to notice her flashing him. Her p***y tormented his dreams, the sight now making his mouth water despite himself.

"Get up, Tiana. Stop it. You've had your fun. Now stop flashing your daddy, I mean professor daddy, I mean me, your professor and mother's husband. Stop showing me your p***y. For f**k's sake wear a damn bra next time you come to class too," Matt growled, his voice thick with strained control, a low groan escaping as he fought the urge to reach out and spank her ass.

No sooner had Matt finished the sentence than he bit into his fist to muffle another deep, guttural moan. Tiana had taken the time to start popping the buttons of her blouse one by one, deliberately slow, revealing her creamy cleavage inch by inch. Matt's d**k hardened and throbbed even more, jumping in his pants as her giant knockers bounced free.

Tiana's jugs came complete with stiff pink n*****s that begged to be twisted and sucked. The sight sent a jolt straight to his balls.

"I'm going to hell. I'm getting another divorce, aren't I?" he said with a resigned sigh.

His hand went straight to his aching d**k, palming it roughly through the fabric, as precum leaked onto and stained his suit pants.

"f**k, no. Tiana, f*****g stop. Anyone could walk in here," Matt begged hoarsely, his breath coming in pants.

He told himself to simply leave, but he couldn't stop drooling over her t**s, his eyes glued to the heaving globes. Matt imagined burying his face between them. After that, he was a goner.

"What's the matter, Professor daddy? You had no problem having an affair with my mom and ending her twenty year marriage," Tiana taunted, too turned on to turn back now.

Her p***y clenched with need as she lifted her skirt higher to flash Matt her round, plump ass. She shook it at him teasingly.

Her ass cheeks jiggled enticingly with a soft slap. Then she grabbed her heavy t**s and jiggled them at him too, moaning softly as her n*****s hardened further in the cool air.

"Your mom and I fell in love. She was unhappy with your dad. s**t happens. I'm sorry we hurt you. Please, God, stop," Matt begged, the composed, distinguished professor retreating as the recently married, former player panicked. "I just want to get to know you. Is that so bad? Come on, put your—Jesus, you have nice t**s and f**k, that's a big ass," he admitted breathlessly, allowing himself to peek from between his fingers, his c**k throbbing painfully while watching her performance.

"I'd like to get to know you too. So would my p***y. Let's start with you f*****g it really, really hard, Professor daddy," Tiana taunted with an innocent pout.

Her hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline and fear as she reached for his belt buckle. Tiana's fingers fumbled, but she was determined to follow through. She brushed the heat of his bulge.

If he shut her down now, she was toast. He'd tell on her, and her mom would hate her forever. If, on the other hand, they got in one quick (not so quick) hard fuck... everybody wins. He would have something on her and she something on him.

"Get the f**k away from my d**k. What the f**k are you doing?" Matt cried out, his voice cracking,

He knew perfectly well where this was heading, his hips betraying him by bucking slightly into her touch, but he yelled anyway. Just in case that somehow woke him from this pleasurable nightmare.

Matt knew he was screwed the moment he allowed her to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She freed his thick, veined c**k easily. It sprang out heavy and leaking precum, the scent of his musk mixing with her arousal in the air.

"Relax. One little f**k never killed anyone. It's this or I tell my mom you seduced me and f****d me while I was drunk. What's it going to be, Professor daddy?" Tiana asked boldly, one hand on her hip in defiance while the other wrapped around Matt's throbbing d**k.

She stroked it firmly while the veins pulsated hotly under her palm, a drop of pre-c*m smearing her fingers.

Helen would one hundred percent believe Matt over Tiana and with good reason. Tiana was a slut, her reputation whispered in family circles and her mother knew it. The good professor didn't though, or at least hadn't acknowledged it until now.

"This is so f****d up. Please don't say that to my new wife," Matt begged, his voice wavering as he watched himself justify what was about to happen.

His resolve to resist the young, tight, wet, warm p***y before him and wait on his wife crumbled as Tiana sank down onto her knees.

Tiana's hot breath teased his tip, making it twitch. That was the last straw. Matt was done being toyed with. If they were going to f**k anyway, it would be on his terms. The b***h would get a brutal, dominating f**k that would allow him to reclaim control.

"Get the f**k up," he roared suddenly, grabbing onto Tiana's pigtails and yanking her roughly back to her feet with a sharp tug.

Tiana yelped, surprised that the professor had this side to him. The sting of pain shot straight to her c**t.

Tiana opened her mouth to beg for forgiveness and mercy, a whimper escaping her lips, but Matt didn't give her the chance to speak.

He slapped her ass hard repeatedly, the cracks echoing loudly in the hall as her cheeks turned red.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat. No sassy comeback. This gave Matt a sense of achievement and the boost of confidence to shove her face-first down onto the lecture bench before them. Her t**s were squished against the cool wood. A muffled moan left Tiana. Too far gone to stop now, Matt jammed his hand between Tiana's legs, fingers roughly parting her slick folds.

"f*****g w***e. How much longer am I supposed to resist your teasing, Tiana? Do you know what happens to little girls who beg to f**k? They get their p*****s used until it hurts, Tiana," Matt yelled into Tiana's ear, his harsh breath sending shivers down her spine.

He yanked back harder on her pigtails, pulling her head up while rubbing furiously at her wet folds. His fingers, slick with her juices, withdrew from her folds and smacked down on her c**t roughly.

"About f*****g time," Tiana cooed breathlessly, her back arching as the wet, squelching sounds of his rubbing her c**t filled the air. "I was starting to think you weren't looking at me. That I imagined your glances between my legs and at my t**s, Professor daddy," she purred, her voice turning into a gasp as he pinched her c**t hard.

Fuck waiting for Helen. f**k losing his marriage because of this whiny, little b***h teasing him all the time while claiming she hated his guts in front of her mom. Matt was done pretending he didn't notice, the pent up frustration boiling over. His d**k was f*****g that tight p***y. Period. The thought of Helen faded to the back of his mind as lust took over, his c**k demanding satisfaction.