Daddy One Shots

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"Hand it over," said Professor Lexington, Tiana's brand new stepdaddy, his deep voice slicing through the murmurs going around the lecture hall like a knife, his hand outstretched with unyielding authority.

What the f**k was she thinking, coming to France with him?

Professor Matt Lexington, a highly respected genius in his field at the age of 39, was under the impression that Tiana Carmichael hated his guts. Her constant glares and snide remarks during family gatherings reinforced this belief. What Matt didn't know was the reason Tiana threw a fit about her mother getting remarried was because Tiana craved her stepdaddy's d**k.

It was lust at first sight.

A scorching heat ignited in her core the instant she met him at her high school graduation last year. His tall frame, broad shoulders and chiseled jaw made her thighs slap together involuntarily.

Tiana still resented her mother for divorcing her father after cheating on him. The betrayal ran so deep that Tiana having a raging lady boner for Matt didn't bother her conscience in the slightest. The happily married newly weds finding out about said raging boner was a different story entirely.

The problem with giving him the sheet of paper was that it detailed, in raw, unfiltered words, how Tiana had been dreaming of Matt f*****g her senseless since they met.

Scenes of his hands pinning her down, followed by his c**k ravaging her p***y mercilessly until the end of time, littered the page.

Her mom, Helen, thought sending Tiana along with Matt on his semester abroad was a marvelous idea to get them acquainted. A chance for bonding she said, since I was starting college anyway.

Fuck, Tiana wanted to get acquainted with him alright, in the most carnal sense. He was twice her age, (a bit young for mom anyway) but whatever. Her p***y wanted that d**k.

She had been flashing him her bare p***y under mini skirts and coming to his lectures braless for the last month.

Her hard n*****s had been staining against the fabric of her blouses since they reached France, begging for Matt's attention.

But did he notice? Nope. Just like when she teased him at home, knowing he couldn't f**k her and taking morbid delight in it. He tortured her by f*****g her mom. She repaid the favor by being a constant reminder that he would never f**k anyone else ever again. Mutual torture it was.

Not so much as a lingering glance her way. He always averted his eyes, which only fueled her frustration and desire. What did she think she was doing?

Until today, when she finally gave up on taunting Matt for the present. The ache between her legs did not give up on her, however. So she started penning down her s****l fantasies about Matt f*****g her, her pen scribbling hastily across the paper as her c**t throbbed with neglect.

"Hand it over, Miss Carmichael," Matt insisted again, his voice dropping an octave, laced with irritation.

Tiana hesitated, her fingers crumpling the edges of the paper, knowing full well he would definitely tell on her if he read her explicit confessions.

She didn't love how her mother had torn the family apart with her affair, but she didn't want to lose her either... or access to ogling Matt's rocking, muscular body during the holidays. Dude was a delectable, forbidden dish. Just because she couldn't touch didn't mean she couldn't look. She could imagine her hands roaming over him while she climbed him like a tree.

"Matt," Tiana tried to say softly, her voice catching in her throat with a mix of fear and arousal.

An irritated Matt was tired of pretending his d**k wasn't rock hard half the time during his lectures. The constant tease drove him to the brink constantly. Plus she f*****g never paid attention to anything he said.

Tiana was frustrating the s**t out of him, her blatant taunting making his balls ache. Was she begging to have her tight, young p***y f****d raw by flashing it to him every five minutes?

Yes.

The slick glimpse of her folds haunted him.

Did she have giant, perky t**s that strained the fabric of her see through shirts, begging to be groped?

Also yes.

But he was a married man now, bound by vows. He could not f**k everything that moved anymore, even if he hadn't f****d Helen in over a month. The distance between them gnawed at his sanity. He only took the job because they needed the money to pay for their new house.

The video calls and phone s*x just weren't cutting it anymore, leaving him frustrated and blue balled. Matt was horny as f**k all the time, his c**k twitching at the slightest thought of release. What the f**k was he thinking, leaving his new wife behind to teach abroad for a whole f*****g semester?

He was losing his mind, and Tiana's sexy little body, with lush curves in all the places Helen didn't have them anymore, her ass round and inviting, wasn't helping one bit.

She tempted him like forbidden fruit.

Today, he was out of patience. He was throwing the rude, little cocktease out of his class. End of discussion. She f*****g didn't need this class for her degree anyway. What the f**k did Math have to do with the liberal arts? It was just an excuse for her to play with him.

"Now, Miss Carmichael," Matt boomed, his voice echoing throughout the lecture hall.

He tore the sheet of paper from her hands with a rough snatch that made her gasp.

What came next was his undoing. A play by play of him bending her over right there in the lecture hall made his eyes widen. He was to yank her panties and pants down and shove his thick d**k straight into her slutty, dripping p***y (her words, not his).

The details assaulted his eyes in graphic, pornographic strokes. His first instinct was to look away, to crumple it up and deny the rush of blood to his groin, but f**k, his eyes would not comply.

They scanned every filthy line as his c**k hardened painfully against his zipper. He had a hard time hiding his boner. The usual tricks for concealing his semi hard ons were not going to cut it. His d**k was hardening rapidly. He had lost all control over keeping his d**k in check.

So he abruptly said, in the calmest tone he could muster, "Class is dismissed."

The students around Matt and Tiana erupted in an uproar of surprised chatter, confusion and shuffling bags. Matt had just begun the last lecture of the day five minutes ago, but spring break loomed, so no one questioned him to his face.

Excitement buzzed in the air as Matt's students packed up. Meanwhile, he had taken to standing closer to Tiana so as to hide his boner. A bold move, but what choice did he have?

The young, unattached, horny assholes just wanted to get going so they could get to f*****g, their laughter fading as they exited the lecture hall. Lucky bastards.

What did Matt get to do? Discipline his w***e of a stepdaughter. The thought sent a twisted thrill through him despite the guilt.

No, he scolded his d**k. He was just talking to her.

Fuck, he needed a lay badly. His d**k needed relief. Helen was flying in this weekend. Helen was flying in this weekend, he chanted silently to himself like a desperate prayer as he turned a stern face on Tiana, his jaw clenched tight.

"Well, got to go," Tiana said hastily, her voice breathless with mortification as she gathered her things.

She was eager to get the f**k out and bury her head in a basin of ice water to cool the flames on her cheeks. Then throw herself down onto her bed and plunge her fingers into her aching p***y to put out the fire between her legs.

Teasing Matt was starting to make her horny beyond reason, her arousal leaving her naked p***y and thighs soaked.

Being caught daydreaming about Matt f*****g her was setting off alarm bells in her mind, warning of disaster back home, but f**k if she didn't want to do him anyway.

When did lusting after him start to trump hating him?

"Not you," Matt said firmly, laying a heavy hand on Tiana's shoulder, his palm hot against her skin, fingers gripping just enough to make her shiver with anticipation.

He didn't ask her to stay for a f**k. He was going to tear her a new one. Wasn't he?

Watching until every last person cleared the lecture hall was painful, the seconds stretching as footsteps echoed away. Until at last they were left alone in heavy silence. Tiana was on pins and needles, her heart hammering wildly in her chest, breath shallow and ragged.

Please don't tell my mom. It's just a fantasy.

She immediately wanted to beg, the plea rising in her throat like bile, but Matt beat her to the punch and spoke first.

His words surprised her. The beginning sounded right. She expected the yelling. The last question, however…

"Explain yourself. What is your f*****g problem? Are you trying to get your mother to leave me?" he bellowed, then adjusted the massive anaconda in his pants uncomfortably with a frustrated grunt.

Only then did Tiana look up, her eyes locking on the obvious tent, a wicked spark igniting in her core.

A hard d**k meant a horny professor daddy. Right? She licked her lips slowly, a guilt-ridden, sinful resolve settling in her p***y.

In for a penny, in for a pound(ing)... straight from Matt's big, fat d**k.

"Is there a possibility of that happening, Professor?" Tiana asked slyly, her voice dripping with seduction as she seamlessly got up from her seat.

Matt gulped as she bent over the lecture hall bench in front of him, her mini skirt hiking up to reveal her bare ass cheeks.