Horny Professor daddy 2

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 fucking 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 dick meant a horny professor daddy. Right? She licked her lips slowly, a guilt-ridden, sinful resolve settling in her pussy.

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

"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.

Unlike in the fantasy on the page, Tiana wasn't wearing pants or panties for that matter.

The little whore had on that tiny mini skirt with nothing underneath. Her pussy lips peeked out between her legs, glistening with wetness. Matt knew there would be no panties, because he had been staring at that same naked, pink pussy all month.

All while pretending not to notice her flashing him. Her pussy tormented his dreams, the sight now making his mouth water despite himself.

"Get up, Tiana. Stop it. You've had your fun. Now stop flashing your daddy, I mean professor daddy, I mean me, your professor and mother's husband. Stop showing me your pussy. For fuck's sake wear a damn bra next time you come to class too," Matt growled, his voice thick with strained control, a low groan escaping as he fought the urge to reach out and spank her ass.

No sooner had Matt finished the sentence than he bit into his fist to muffle another deep, guttural moan. Tiana had taken the time to start popping the buttons of her blouse one by one, deliberately slow, revealing her creamy cleavage inch by inch. Matt's dick hardened and throbbed even more, jumping in his pants as her giant knockers bounced free.

Tiana's jugs came complete with stiff pink nipples that begged to be twisted and sucked. The sight sent a jolt straight to his balls.

"I'm going to hell. I'm getting another divorce, aren't I?" he said with a resigned sigh.

His hand went straight to his aching dick, palming it roughly through the fabric, as precum leaked onto and stained his suit pants.

"Fuck, no. Tiana, fucking stop. Anyone could walk in here," Matt begged hoarsely, his breath coming in pants.

He told himself to simply leave, but he couldn't stop drooling over her tits, his eyes glued to the heaving globes. Matt imagined burying his face between them. After that, he was a goner.

"What's the matter, Professor daddy? You had no problem having an affair with my mom and ending her twenty year marriage," Tiana taunted, too turned on to turn back now.

Her pussy clenched with need as she lifted her skirt higher to flash Matt her round, plump ass. She shook it at him teasingly.

Her ass cheeks jiggled enticingly with a soft slap. Then she grabbed her heavy tits and jiggled them at him too, moaning softly as her nipples hardened further in the cool air.

"Your mom and I fell in love. She was unhappy with your dad. Shit happens. I'm sorry we hurt you. Please, God, stop," Matt begged, the composed, distinguished professor retreating as the recently married, former player panicked. "I just want to get to know you. Is that so bad? Come on, put your—Jesus, you have nice tits and fuck, that's a big ass," he admitted breathlessly, allowing himself to peek from between his fingers, his cock throbbing painfully while watching her performance.

"I'd like to get to know you too. So would my pussy. Let's start with you fucking it really, really hard, Professor daddy," Tiana taunted with an innocent pout.

Her hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline and fear as she reached for his belt buckle. Tiana's fingers fumbled, but she was determined to follow through. She brushed the heat of his bulge.

If he shut her down now, she was toast. He'd tell on her, and her mom would hate her forever. If, on the other hand, they got in one quick (not so quick) hard fuck... everybody wins. He would have something on her and she something on him.

"Get the fuck away from my dick. What the fuck are you doing?" Matt cried out, his voice cracking,

He knew perfectly well where this was heading, his hips betraying him by bucking slightly into her touch, but he yelled anyway. Just in case that somehow woke him from this pleasurable nightmare.

Matt knew he was screwed the moment he allowed her to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She freed his thick, veined cock easily. It sprang out heavy and leaking precum, the scent of his musk mixing with her arousal in the air.

"Relax. One little fuck never killed anyone. It's this or I tell my mom you seduced me and fucked me while I was drunk. What's it going to be, Professor daddy?" Tiana asked boldly, one hand on her hip in defiance while the other wrapped around Matt's throbbing dick.

She stroked it firmly while the veins pulsated hotly under her palm, a drop of pre-cum smearing her fingers.

Helen would one hundred percent believe Matt over Tiana and with good reason. Tiana was a slut, her reputation whispered in family circles and her mother knew it. The good professor didn't though, or at least hadn't acknowledged it until now.

"This is so fucked up. Please don't say that to my new wife," Matt begged, his voice wavering as he watched himself justify what was about to happen.

His resolve to resist the young, tight, wet, warm pussy before him and wait on his wife crumbled as Tiana sank down onto her knees.

Tiana's hot breath teased his tip, making it twitch. That was the last straw. Matt was done being toyed with. If they were going to fuck anyway, it would be on his terms. The bitch would get a brutal, dominating fuck that would allow him to reclaim control.

"Get the fuck up," he roared suddenly, grabbing onto Tiana's pigtails and yanking her roughly back to her feet with a sharp tug.

Tiana yelped, surprised that the professor had this side to him. The sting of pain shot straight to her clit.

Tiana opened her mouth to beg for forgiveness and mercy, a whimper escaping her lips, but Matt didn't give her the chance to speak.

He slapped her ass hard repeatedly, the cracks echoing loudly in the hall as her cheeks turned red.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat. No sassy comeback. This gave Matt a sense of achievement and the boost of confidence to shove her face-first down onto the lecture bench before them. Her tits were squished against the cool wood. A muffled moan left Tiana. Too far gone to stop now, Matt jammed his hand between Tiana's legs, fingers roughly parting her slick folds.

"Fucking whore. How much longer am I supposed to resist your teasing, Tiana? Do you know what happens to little girls who beg to fuck? They get their pussies used until it hurts, Tiana," Matt yelled into Tiana's ear, his harsh breath sending shivers down her spine.

He yanked back harder on her pigtails, pulling her head up while rubbing furiously at her wet folds. His fingers, slick with her juices, withdrew from her folds and smacked down on her clit roughly.

"About fucking time," Tiana cooed breathlessly, her back arching as the wet, squelching sounds of his rubbing her clit filled the air. "I was starting to think you weren't looking at me. That I imagined your glances between my legs and at my tits, Professor daddy," she purred, her voice turning into a gasp as he pinched her clit hard.

Fuck waiting for Helen. Fuck losing his marriage because of this whiny, little bitch teasing him all the time while claiming she hated his guts in front of her mom. Matt was done pretending he didn't notice, the pent up frustration boiling over. His dick was fucking that tight pussy. Period. The thought of Helen faded to the back of his mind as lust took over, his cock demanding satisfaction.