Daddy’s Cock-Hungry Student

RUIN ME, PROFESSOR (6)

“Strip. Now,” he ordered.

My hands shook as I undressed. I shoved the joggers down and kicked them away. Then I stood naked, my cock jutting up as I shifted my weight.

Eric stared at me, his jaw tight. “Fuck. Look at you. Standing naked in my wife’s bathroom. My student. My pretty redhead boy.”

He started undressing slowly, teasing me. First, he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his chest and abs. Then he took off his sweatpants, leaving himself naked. My eyes lingered on his erect cock for a few seconds, my thoughts already drifting, until his voice snapped me back to attention.

“You like what you see, baby?” he asked, stepping closer.

I nodded frantically. “Ye-yes, Daddy. You’re so fucking hot.”

His mouth curled into a smug smile.

“You think I’m fucking hot? Then get on your knees and prove it.”

I dropped to my knees, the cold marble biting into my skin. I started at his feet, pressing kisses along his calves before moving higher until I got to his crotch. I kept kissing around his shaft but never on his cock. I needed his permission first. My hands gripped his thighs as I looked up at him.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “So desperate for my attention.”

I swallowed, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

“On your knees for your married professor,” he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. “While my wife is out with her friends, you’re right here, eager to do whatever I tell you, running your tongue all over me like a desperate slut.”

In a strange way, his words sent a thrill through me, mixed with a fresh rush of nerves. He was right. I was a desperate little slut, kissing his calves and aching to be fucked by him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy.”

I lifted my head immediately.

“Good boy.”

Two words. That was all it took to make my stomach tighten with anticipation.

He caught my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze for another second before releasing me. Then he turned toward the shower and twisted the handle.

Steam began clouding the glass as hot water thundered against the tiles.

“Get in here.”

I followed without hesitation. The steam enveloped us as hot water soaked my red hair and streamed down my chest and abs before dripping off my cock. My ass glistened under the water.

Eric backed me against the tiled wall, water pounding around us. He kissed me hard, his stubble scraping against my skin as his hands groped my ass.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” he growled.

I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing myself under the spray.

“Fuck, look at that tight hole. Already hungry for some married cock.” He spat down between my cheeks, and the water washed it away.

Then he pushed me to my knees again. Water poured over my face as I opened my mouth. He guided his cock between my lips, slowly at first, allowing me to savor the feel of his thick cockhead and the salty pre-cum mixing with the shower water.

The hot water ran over us as I swirled my tongue around his veined cock, feeling it glide along my tongue.

This was heavenly!

“Deeper,” he demanded, fisting my wet red hair.

He thrust forward, sliding his cock over my tongue until it filled my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, the wet sounds echoing off the tiled walls beneath the rush of water.

When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, tears mixing with the shower spray running down my cheeks.

“Choke on it, pretty boy. Suck Daddy’s cock while his wife is out. You hear that? Risky as fuck. She could come home any minute. Imagine her walking in and seeing her husband’s student on his knees, mouth stuffed with married dick, drooling like a whore.”

The steam swirled around us, and the sound of rushing water did nothing to drown out his taunting voice.

I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan louder. Drool and water ran down my chin and splashed onto my chest. The tile was slick beneath my knees, and I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper. I gagged with each push, my eyes watering as I looked up at him, his blue eyes dark behind wet lashes.

He pulled out and slapped his cock against my face, first one cheek, then the other. The wet smacks echoed through the shower, and water flew with each impact.

“Such a greedy mouth. Bet you’d let me fuck your face right in front of my wife if I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Daddy. More,” I begged, my voice hoarse and my lips swollen.

He shoved his cock back into my mouth, fucking my face harder as his hips snapped forward. His balls slapped against my chin with wet thwacks. The relentless pace made my throat burn, and saliva bubbled around his cock. I gripped his thighs for balance, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingers as water streamed down his legs.

“Fuck, your throat feels like heaven. Tight, wet, milking me. I shouldn’t be doing this. My ring’s on my finger, my wife’s bedroom is right next door, and I’m throat-fucking my student like he’s my personal toy.”

His dirty words made me suck harder, my tongue tracing the veins underneath his cock. My own cock ached, leaking pre-cum that the shower water washed away.

“Tomorrow, you’ll sit in my class and call me Professor like nothing happened. Think you can manage that?”

I bobbed my head, my eyes watering as I gagged on his cock. He pulled out almost abruptly, and—

He yanked me up and spun me around. “Hands on the wall. Ass out.”

I obeyed, pressing my palms against the wet tile and arching my back, my ass pushed high. Water streamed down my spine and over my waist before dripping off my cheeks. The heat soaked into my skin, making the anticipation and ache in my hole feel even more intense.

Eric groaned behind me. “Goddamn. This ass. So fat. So smooth. Made to be fucked.”

He spanked me hard, the sharp crack echoing through the shower. My cheeks jiggled from the impact, and a fierce sting spread across my skin, leaving it pink and hypersensitive beneath his palm.

“Spread that ass wider,” he ordered, forcing my feet farther apart.

He dropped to his knees behind me, then pressed his face between my cheeks.

“Mmmnnnphhhh!” I whimpered, my body tensing as I felt his tongue circle my hole.

His stubble scraped against my skin, sending shivers racing up my spine. I trembled against the shower wall as he groaned against me, the vibration making me grip the tiles harder.

“Your hole tastes so fucking good,” he muttered before pulling back to spit on me again. The warm glob landed on my hole and trickled down between my cheeks. He shoved two fingers inside, stretching me roughly as he worked them apart, twisting them to push me beyond my comfort.

The burn was intense, and my body tensed around his fingers.

“Gonna wreck this tight student asshole,” he growled. “Fill it with married-man cum while my wife’s out there pretending everything in our marriage is fucking perfect.”

He rose behind me and lined himself up. The hot, blunt head of his cock pressed insistently against my hole, and I braced myself against the wall.

He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch until he was fully inside me. The hot water pounded against my back as I struggled to adjust to the fullness.

He started thrusting slowly, making me feel every inch of his movement. My hole clenched around him as water splashed with every thrust, the wet slap of his hips against my skin growing louder in the confined shower.

“Fuck, listen to that,” he panted. “Your fat ass clapping against my dick. Water splashing everywhere. Soaking this shower while your hole keeps swallowing my cock and squeezing the life out of it. My wife has no damn idea I’m fucking my student in our marital home, pounding his hole like I own every fucking inch of him.”

Goddammit!!

The way he kept reminding me that we were doing this in his marital home, that his wife could walk in at any moment and catch us, made the whole thing feel even more dangerous.

Every word drove home just how badly we could both get fucked if anyone found out, and that knowledge kept me balanced on a razor-thin edge between panic and pleasure.

A loud, drawn-out moan escaped me.