Daddy's Cumslut

Ruin Me, Professor (5.)

The next day in Econ 101, I walked into the lecture hall tense. This time, I was dressed like sin. I had on a tight white tank clinging to my abs, cropped just high enough to flash a strip of smooth midriff when I moved.

Tiny gray athletic shorts hugged my butt like they were painted on, thin enough to show the outline of my cheeks when I walked. I wore no underwear, and every step made my ass jiggle and my cock shift against the soft cotton.

I claimed the front row, dead center. Eric walked in and did his usual scan of the room, but when his eyes landed on me, they froze for half a second.

I caught the subtle movement of his throat and the tick of his jaw before he started the lecture like he always did. I barely heard a word. My attention kept drifting to the bulge in his slacks whenever he turned sideways, the way his forearms flexed as he wrote, and the glint of his wedding ring catching the light.

My asshole twitched every time our eyes met. I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them, shifting in my seat until my shorts rode higher, revealing more of my thigh and curves.

Before long, class ended, and the students filed out, chatting as they packed their bags. I stayed in my seat, pretending to scribble notes, my pen dragging across an empty page.

My heart was in my throat.

Within minutes, the door clicked shut behind the last student. I was alone in the hall with Eric.

He didn’t say a word.

He strode straight toward me until he was standing over my desk. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down, unzipped his slacks, pulled out his cock, and slapped it against my cheek.

I squealed, my eyes widening as I stared up at him.

“Ready to please me?”

I nodded.

He gripped the base and rubbed the leaking head over my face, smearing pre-cum across my cheek, nose, and lips. Then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and forced the thick head past my lips.

I opened wide, moaning around him as he pushed deeper. There was no warm-up or gentleness, only raw need, as the thick shaft stretched my mouth, slid over my tongue, and reached the back of my throat on the first thrust.

I gagged, eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. He started slowly before gradually picking up the pace, his hips snapping forward as he fucked my mouth in the front row of his own auditorium. “Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.”

Slick sounds bounced off the high ceiling. Drool spilled from my mouth and dripped onto my chest, soaking my thin tank.

My throat convulsed around him. 

Tears ran down my cheeks, but I didn’t pull away. I sucked harder, tongue swirling as I took every inch he gave me.

Anyone could walk in and find my professor’s cock in my mouth, but I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was finding out how far my throat could stretch to take him.

"Fuck, pretty boy,” he grunted. “Look at you… choking on Daddy’s cock in my lecture hall. Such a greedy little slut.”

I whimpered around him, my green eyes fixed on his blue ones as I let him use my throat like his personal toy.

He slammed deep one last time and held me there, until my vision blurred.

Then he yanked out with a wet pop. Saliva stretched between my swollen lips and his shaft.

I panted. My face was a mess, streaked with tears and shiny with spit and pre-cum. I watched in confusion as he tucked his cock away and zipped up like it was nothing.

He leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.

“I want your ass at my house tonight. Eight sharp. You’re getting a private lesson, and this time, you do exactly what I tell you. Don’t be late. And wear something I can tear off easily.”

He straightened, adjusted his glasses, and walked out without another word.

I stayed slumped in the chair. My lips tingled, my throat felt raw, and my hole ached. I was already counting the minutes until I could get on my knees for him again.

By the time I got home, Eric had already sent the address.

I replied with a single heart-eyes emoji and a picture of my bare thigh, the hem of my tiny shorts pulled high, teasing the curve of my smooth, rounded ass.

He didn’t reply but I knew he’d seen it.

I spent the next three hours obsessing over him. I showered, jerked off twice thinking about him, then stood in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear.

I settled on a thin white tank that clung to my chest and revealed the lower lines of my abs. Skin-tight black joggers hugged my ass, and I skipped the underwear. The fabric molded to my body, leaving little to the imagination.

The drive to his house felt like foreplay. He lived on a suburban street and had a beautiful house with a neat lawn. My heart raced as I knocked. The door opened, and it wasn’t Eric.

A stunning redhead stood there, maybe in her early thirties. Her curves filled out a soft sweater and fitted jeans, while long, fiery hair spilled over her shoulders. It was the same shade as mine, only fuller, framing her face in thick waves.

She smiled brightly, completely unsuspecting.

“You must be Charlie! Eric’s student. Come in, sweetie.”

I froze for half a second, my mouth suddenly dry. “Uh, hi. Yeah. Charlie.”

“I’m Lauren.” She pulled me into a quick hug, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. She smelled like vanilla and expensive shampoo.

“Eric’s told me so much about you. He says you’re one of his brightest freshmen. And so cute! Look at that hair. We could be twins.”

I laughed nervously, heat rising into my cheeks. “Thanks. You’re… really pretty.”

She beamed. “Sweet boy. Eric’s upstairs getting ready. He said you two were going over some tough concepts tonight. Coffee? Water?”

“Water’s fine,” I managed.

She led me into the kitchen. It was open and modern, with family photos covering the refrigerator. Eric and Lauren laughing on a beach. Eric in a suit at what looked like a wedding.

My stomach twisted with guilt and heat at the same time.

Then Eric appeared at the top of the stairs.

He wore a fitted black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, with the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric. His wavy hair was still damp from the shower, and a few strands had fallen across his forehead.

His eyes found mine over Lauren’s shoulder and lingered as he walked down the stairs.

“Hey, Charlie,” he said, sounding every bit like the calm, collected professor I knew from class. “Ready to get started?”

Lauren handed me the glass of water. “I’ll be out for a couple of hours. I have book club with the girls.” She glanced between us with an easy smile. “Don’t work him too hard, babe.”

She kissed Eric on the cheek before turning back to me.

“You’re welcome anytime, Charlie. Eric says you’re very… open-minded.”

I forced a smile, suddenly aware of how hot my face felt. “Thanks, Mrs. Millan.”

“Lauren,” she corrected gently. “Have fun, boys.”

The front door clicked shut behind her, and the house fell quiet.

I looked back at Eric.

Whatever warmth had been on his face a moment ago was gone. His eyes had darkened, and the way he looked at me sent a nervous shiver down my spine.

He stepped closer, towering over me as his voice dropped to a rough whisper.

“Upstairs.”

I swallowed and followed him up the wide staircase. We passed the framed wedding photographs lining the walls before he led me into the master bedroom.

The room was enormous, with a king-sized bed covered in soft gray sheets and matching nightstands on either side. The ensuite bathroom stood open, revealing marble floors, and a massive glass shower.

Eric closed the door and slid the lock into place. He turned and looked me over slowly.

“Strip. Now.”