LOGIN“What the hell is wrong with me? Get it together, Wren. NOT fucking my professor. He doesn't want your pussy. No one does," she convinced herself, crying herself to sleep again. The next time she walked into Orin’s office in the middle of the night, Wren squared her shoulders again, determined to act like the adult that society said she was. But seconds after she sat down, that bravado went up in smoke. Their eyes met as they exchanged greetings and the air instantly felt different. Sizzling sparks flew. Her throat closed up as her professor closed the door behind her, locked it, and led her to his desk.But unlike every other time she had been here over the last few weeks, he didn't go straight to reaching for the notes. Instead, he locked his fingers on the desk. That same eerie feeling of being watched came over her until she felt compelled to look him in the eye. The dark, almost possessive way his gaze had lingered on her in the lecture hall that first day, greeted her, only
“You can’t just say shit like that to students,” she muttered, voice tight, as her mind raced with possibilities. “It’s inappropriate as hell. I don't think we should—" she told him, bravely trying to rise. “Why not?” he asked, his fingers brushing the side of her neck again, slower this time. “It’s true. And you’re still sitting here letting me say it. You like hearing it. Bet your cunt even got a little damp for it." “I need the grade,” she said, her voice thinner than she wanted, defensive but meek, her shoulders stiff as her ass plummeted back into her chair. “That’s the only reason I’m still in this chair. Don’t read into it and stop touching me." “Is it?” he asked quietly. “You're an A student, Wren. You certainly don't look like you're here just to overachieve. You look like a horny whore who likes being touched by older men," he said, the heat of his breath on her skin making her neck tingle. She didn’t answer. The silence stretched. She could feel him looking at the side
"It was just dumb luck," she said modestly, shrugging her shoulders while begging her throbbing clit to behave as she and her professor came face to face. "I beg to differ," he said, brushing her naked shoulders with his fingertips. Her body cried out at his touch. Her gaze fell to the floor, not daring to look him in the eye. The part of her that knew better shifted to the back of her mind. Starved for affection. No friends on campus. Barely a text here and there from her mom and school friends. Heart pounding in her throat. Tired of being alone with the silence and the same unanswered texts."I think you have real potential. Besides, do you know how rare me taking an interest in a freshman is?" he asked, his voice drowning in seduction and persuasion. It wasn't what he said, but the way he said it. This wasn't how you talked to a student, was it? “Okay,” she said quietly anyway, bouncing nervously on the spot, but not moving away as that same quiet thrill of secret fucks wi
“I’m so fucking pathetic,” she whispered to the darkness. “Still getting myself off to a photo like some desperate little whore who can’t move on. He isn't coming, Wren. Get a clue,” she chastised herself one more time, before crying herself to sleep. This was her routine. Her coping mechanism. In the shower the next morning she played with herself again. Her forehead was pressed to the cold tile, one hand braced on the wall, the other buried between her legs. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Daddy, yes!" she cried out, as she worked three fingers into herself this time, rough and liberally. Water ran over her tits and down her stomach. Her eyes were closed the whole time. Whispers from the people in the showers next to hers were… colorful, but Wren just couldn't make herself give a shit. Because in her mind, she was bent over with daddy's dick stuffed into her in that very shower. And for the next twenty minutes, that was all that mattered. "What the fuck are you doing, letting them listen to
“He still hasn’t texted,” Wren whispered to her empty dorm room, staring at the blank screen of her phone like it might change if she just looked hard enough. Seven days. No calls. No filthy late night demands. No sudden knock on her door. Just suffocating, unbearable silence and heartbreak.Every night Wren waited to hear from Victor like the lovesick fool that she was. Every time the phone buzzed she lunged for it, heart slamming so hard in her chest that it hurt. Only to find another group chat or spam notification. The disappointment sat in her throat like a stone she couldn’t spit out.Lectures were a small reprieve, but then she came home to the same nothingness, devastated every time. In the darkness of the night, the ache between her legs turned cruel and brutal. The moment she got back from campus, she threw herself down onto her bed and stripped. "So much for never again," she would say with a sigh while kicking off her panties. Then she unlocked her phone and pulled up
"I want to date. To be more than someone's hole to fuck," Wren broke down, pleasure and bitter heartbreak mingling as she let her daddy fill her pussy one more time. Truthfully, Wren didn't want that at all. She knew this wasn't real to him. That she was just his fuck toy. But, foolish and naïve, Wren did feel something every time Victor fucked her. A lot of something, in fact. "You’re only going to be a flight away. Nothing is changing. This pussy is still mine. No other dicks. I’ll visit fucking every day," he roared, irked by the same mouth saying this sappy shit laying claiming kisses on her back as he speared her cunt."Daddy! Oh, you can't! You don't mean it," she howled, but his words alone were enough to push her over the edge, so caught up in them was she. She came hard on his cock, shocked and suffocated by her conflicted mind. Trapped by her feelings for a married man. But this wasn't love, was it? Sneaking around, fucking under her mom's nose. That could never amo







