STORY 1: MY PROFESSOR IS “DADDYHUGECOCK!” 1

Chapter 1

Chloe’s POV.

“Fuckkk ahhh yesss DaddyHugeCock!” I moaned out loud, calling his profile name as I stared at the blank screen, my voice cracking with pure need.

I tried to keep my voice low because my parents were right downstairs laughing at some TV show, and I would be fucking dead if they caught me like this, my legs spread wide open like a desperate whore in my own bed.

My thick thighs trembled as I kept them splayed as far apart as they could go on the messy sheets, sweat already pouring down my back and making everything slick and sticky under my heavy ass.

I slammed my soaked cunt down hard onto that fat veiny dildo again and again, feeling every realistic ridge and bulging vein drag roughly along my tight pulsing walls with each desperate bounce.

The fat head stretched me so wide it burned in the best way, forcing my pussy lips to grip and flutter around the thick shaft while my creamy juices squirted out noisily with every single thrust.

The little red camera light blinked right in my flushed, sweaty face while I rode that toy like a filthy bitch in heat, my heavy tits bouncing wildly up and down, slapping together with loud wet smacks that filled the room.

I pinched and twisted my stiff nipples hard between my fingers, pulling them until sharp sparks of pain mixed with pleasure shot straight down to my clit, making me hiss and whimper through gritted teeth.

I didn’t bother hiding behind a mask because I knew I would never meet any of these guys in real life.

Most of the locations were overseas anyway, just horny voices paying to watch me fall apart.

“Fuck yes Daddy, look at your nasty cam slut stretching her greedy little cunt for you,” I moaned louder into the mic, my voice all breathy and broken as thick creamy juice poured out around the thick shaft, running down in messy rivers to soak my twitching asshole and puddle warm and sticky on the sheets beneath me.

“Yes, you’re so fucking dirty, moan louder for Daddy,” his deep modulated voice growled through my headphones, sending a fresh rush of heat flooding my belly and making my pussy clench hard around the dildo.

The thought of him staring right at me through the screen, eyes glued to my cunt stretching obscenely and gushing all over the toy while I imagined his massive real cock ramming into me over and over, made my walls flutter and leak even more.

I had found this app four months ago and honestly I fucking loved it here more than I wanted to admit.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut.

They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings.

This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagining how thick and long his cock would be, how it would stretch me open and ruin me completely.

We weren’t broke or anything, but something about being watched and used like this made my pussy throb nonstop.

You could just call me “a filthy girl” who got off on it.

“Deeper you greedy little cum-dump,” his voice growled again, low and commanding.

“Show Daddy how bad that sloppy cunt needs to get wrecked and filled.”

“Ahh fuck—” I whimpered and obeyed instantly, lifting my ass up until just the fat swollen head stretched my entrance wide, then dropping down hard, impaling myself balls-deep on the toy.

I did it again and again, faster, my thighs burning and my heavy tits jiggling wildly while my juices squirted out in messy sprays with every thrust, soaking my hand and the sheets.

“Yes Daddy oh shit it’s splitting me open so fucking good, I’m your filthy cam girl, please let your whore cum all over this dick for you,” I begged, drooling spit down onto my heaving tits and rubbing it in until they shone shiny and wet under the lights.

My free hand rubbed my puffy clit in tight frantic circles, the wet squelching sounds loud in my ears.

My legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling tight into the sticky sheets as that hot pressure built tighter and tighter in my core.

My cunt gripped the dildo tightly, pulsing and leaking everywhere while I chased that orgasm he kept teasing me with, edging me closer and closer.

Fuck, I was right there, so close I could almost taste it, my whole body trembling on the edge as I pictured his thick real cock pounding me instead, stretching me wider, filling me up until I couldn’t think.

I kept bouncing harder, moaning his name like a prayer, my asshole twitching every time my juices ran down and coated it.

My mind was spinning with dirty thoughts. God I wish this was his cock, thick and hot and real, slamming into me while he called me his personal cumslut. I bet he’s stroking that huge dick right now watching me fall apart.

Just then the screen suddenly flickered and the video feed switched on, showing the person behind it.

I froze mid-bounce, my heart slamming against my ribs.

My pussy kept pulsing and gaping around the dildo, still leaking everywhere.

“P-Professor Vince?” My voice dropped to a shocked whisper.

He was there on the screen, his hand wrapped tight around his massive cock, precum glistening at the tip as he stroked slowly.

The camera had turned on by mistake. He looked just as shocked as me, his eyes wide, but he didn’t look away.

“What the… fuck,” I muttered, unable to believe my eyes, my body still trembling from how close I had been to cumming.

We just stared at each other for what felt like forever, the silence thick and heavy.

My pussy kept clenching and fluttering around the toy still buried deep inside me, my thighs shaking, juices dripping steadily onto the bed.

His hand stayed on his cock, thick and veiny, the head angry red and shiny.

Neither of us moved at first. My mind raced. Professor Vince? My dad’s friend? The same man who’s been teaching my classes and treating me like his favorite student even though my grades are average at best.

He’s been DADDYHUGECOCK this whole time? Watching me finger myself, stretch my holes, beg like a whore for months?

He finally broke the silence, his voice no longer modulated but deep and rough, the same one I heard in lectures.

“Chloe… Jesus Christ.” His eyes dropped to my spread cunt, then back to my face, dark with something raw and hungry.

I didn’t know what to say. Shame burned hot in my cheeks but my body was still buzzing, my nipples hard, my pussy dripping even more now that I knew it was him.

He’s seen everything. Every time I spread my asshole for strangers, every time I came screaming on camera. And he’s my professor. Dad’s friend.

Without thinking I slammed the laptop shut, ending the call, my heart pounding so hard I felt dizzy.

I pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, my cunt gaping and clenching at the sudden emptiness, more cream sliding out down my thighs.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my sweaty body fast, trying to clean up the mess between my legs but it was hopeless.

“Baby!” Mom’s voice called from down the hall, getting closer to my room.

My eyes widened in panic as I looked at the soaked sheets and the shiny dildo still lying on the bed. I rushed to the door and held the towel tight around myself, cracking it open just enough to block the entrance so she couldn’t see the evidence of what I had just been doing.

“Honey, please pack! It’s an emergency,” she said breathlessly, already dressed in her tactical gear.

“What kind of emergency?” I asked, my voice shaky and confused.

Here we go again. Mom and Dad both worked at the police station, and when duty called, home life completely vanished.

“There’s a major security breach downtown and all units are being called in. The station is on lockdown, so we can’t bring you there, and we absolutely cannot leave you here alone. You need to go stay with your dad’s friend until we get back—”

“Huh? Dad’s friend…?” I repeated carefully, a cold weight dropping straight into my stomach.

“Yes, your professor… Prof Vince,” she replied casually.

The earth seemed to stop spinning. I leaned back, my head banging hard against the doorframe.

No no no