Chapter 12: Uni Boy Tease

The train rattled back to London, my thighs still sticky from the village pub escapade two nights ago. I shifted in my seat, the faint ache in my throat a reminder of the barman's rough grip as he forced his cock deep, his hot cum splattering across my cheeks before I wiped it away with a tissue and hurried home. Jake had sniffed me like a hound when I slipped through the manor door, his eyes narrowing, but he'd pulled me into his room anyway, pinning me against the wall and thrusting into my pussy with jealous fury. His hips slammed hard, bruising my insides, and I'd moaned like the innocent girl he wanted me to be, even as I savoured the secret thrill of my betrayal.

Uni awaited, a brief escape before the weekend pulled me back to Surrey. I needed this—needed the rush of another conquest to feed the hunger that Richard and Jake's possessiveness only stoked higher. My phone buzzed as the train pulled into the station: a message from Professor Hargrove, my literature lecturer. 'Office hours today. Come by if you need to discuss your essay.' I smirked, fingers flying over the keys. 'I'll be there. Got some ideas to bounce off you.'

The campus buzzed with mid-term chaos, students huddled over books in the quad. I smoothed my skirt—a short plaid number that hugged my arse—and adjusted my blouse, leaving the top buttons undone just enough to tease the swell of my breasts. Hargrove's office was tucked in the humanities building, door ajar when I arrived. He looked up from his desk, glasses perched on his nose, his salt-and-pepper hair tousled. Mid-forties, married—I'd seen the ring—but that only made the game sweeter.

"Delilah, come in," he said, voice warm, eyes lingering a beat too long on my legs as I crossed the room. "What can I do for you?"

I perched on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs so my skirt rode up. "My essay on Victorian repression. I think I've got the angle, but I need your... input." I leaned forward, letting my cleavage draw his gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Repression, eh? Tricky topic." He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. "Why don't you sit, and we'll go over it?"

I slid off the desk and into the chair opposite, but instead of pulling out my notes, I uncrossed my legs slowly, parting them just enough for him to glimpse the lace of my knickers. His eyes flicked down, then back up, cheeks flushing. "Actually, Professor," I purred, my voice dropping low, "I was thinking more hands-on feedback."

He froze, pen hovering over a paper. "Delilah, this is—"

"Shh." I stood, rounding the desk with deliberate steps, my hips swaying. My hand brushed his shoulder, fingers trailing down to his chest. "You've been staring at me in lectures. I see it. And I like it."

His breath hitched as I sank to my knees between his legs, the carpet rough against my skin. I tugged at his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. "Let me show you how repressed I am." His cock sprang free when I yanked down his trousers and boxers, thick and veined, already hardening in the cool office air. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking firmly from base to tip, feeling it twitch and swell.

"Fuck, Delilah," he groaned, head falling back as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to lap at the bead of pre-cum on his slit. Salty, musky—tastes I'd come to crave. I took him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth, sucking hard as I bobbed my head. His hands fisted in my hair, not guiding yet, just holding on as I hollowed my cheeks and swirled my tongue along the underside.

He thrust up slightly, fucking my mouth with shallow pumps. "God, your mouth... so wet, so tight." I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse. Spit dribbled down my chin as I deep-throated him, nose brushing his pubes, gagging just enough to make my eyes water. He pulled me off with a pop, breathing ragged. "Not yet. I want to taste you."

Before I could respond, he hauled me up, spinning me to sit on the desk. Papers scattered, a stapler clattering to the floor. He shoved my skirt to my waist, ripping my knickers aside. "Spread your legs," he ordered, voice husky. I did, feet on the desk arms, pussy exposed—pink, slick, aching for attention. His eyes darkened as he dropped to his knees, hands gripping my thighs.

His tongue hit my clit first, a flat lick that made me gasp, arching my back. "Yes, like that." He flicked it rapidly, then sucked the nub between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to sting. I threaded my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face. "Eat my pussy, Professor. Make me cum on your tongue."

He growled, plunging two fingers into my wetness, curling them to hit that spot inside. My walls clenched around him as he pumped, his mouth relentless on my clit—lick, suck, flick. Heat built fast, coiling tight in my belly. "Don't stop... oh fuck, I'm close." He added a third finger, stretching me, his tongue lashing harder. I shattered, thighs quaking, juices flooding his hand as I cried out, biting my lip to muffle the sound. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my pussy pulsing, dripping onto the desk.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cock jutting hard and leaking. "Turn around." I slid off the desk, bending over it, arse up, cheeks spread by my own hands. He kicked my feet wider, the head of his cock nudging my arsehole. No lube—just my pussy juices smeared from his fingers. He pushed in slow, the burn intense, making me hiss.

"Tight little arse," he muttered, gripping my hips as he sank deeper, inch by inch. I rocked back, taking him fully, the fullness overwhelming. He started thrusting, steady at first, then harder, balls slapping against my pussy with each drive. The desk creaked under us, my breasts bouncing free from my blouse, nipples hard and scraping the wood.

"Fuck my arse harder," I demanded, pushing back to meet him. He obliged, pounding relentlessly, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. The dual assault had me moaning loudly, forgetting the thin walls. "Yes, fill me up—cum in my arse." His pace faltered, grunts growing animalistic. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried deep, cock throbbing as hot spurts of cum flooded me. I clenched around him, milking every drop, my own orgasm ripping through again, pussy clenching on nothing.

He pulled out, cum trickling down my thighs. I straightened, fixing my clothes with a satisfied grin. "That was... enlightening," he panted, zipping up.

"Essay feedback next time?" I winked, grabbing my bag and slipping out before he could overthink it.

The journey home blurred in a haze of post-fuck glow. Surrey's green hills rolled by, but my mind replayed the office—the taste of his cock, the stretch in my arse, the way he'd devoured my pussy like a starving man. By the time the taxi dropped me at the manor, dusk had fallen, lights glowing in the windows. Richard's car was in the drive; Jake's too. Perfect.

I entered through the kitchen door, kicking off my shoes. Voices murmured from the sitting room—low, tense. Richard spotted me first, his silver-fox features sharpening as he rose from the sofa. "There you are, princess. Thought you'd got lost at uni."

His tone was light, but his eyes scanned me, nostrils flaring slightly. Could he smell it? The faint musk of sex clinging to my skin, despite the shower I'd taken in the station loo? Jake lounged beside him, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Yeah, Delilah. You look... flushed. Good lecture?"

I batted my lashes, feigning exhaustion. "Brutal day. Essays piling up. Just need a bath and bed."

Richard stepped closer, towering over me, his hand cupping my chin. "You smell different. Like... trouble." His thumb brushed my lower lip, possessive, searching.

My heart raced, but I met his gaze with wide, innocent eyes. "Just the tube, Daddy. London grime."

He didn't buy it fully—his grip tightened, a flicker of something dark in his blue eyes. "Upstairs. Now."

I nodded, turning toward the stairs, but he caught my wrist. "Not so fast." With a swift move, he yanked me over his shoulder, my skirt flipping up to expose my arse. I yelped, kicking playfully as he carried me to his study, Jake trailing with a smirk.

The door clicked shut. Richard dumped me on the leather chaise, flipping me onto my stomach. "You've been a naughty girl," he growled, hiking my skirt. His palm cracked against my arse cheek—hard, stinging. I gasped, the pain blooming hot.

"What—Daddy, no!" I protested, but wiggled my hips, inviting more.

Smack. The other cheek reddened under his hand. "Lying to me? I can always tell when you've been out playing." Another spank, then another, alternating sides until my arse burned, skin hot and sensitive. Tears pricked my eyes, but arousal pooled between my legs, pussy wetting my knickers.

Jake watched, palming his crotch. "She needs it, Dad. Look at her squirm."

Richard paused, rubbing the welts. "On your knees, princess. Show me how sorry you are."

I scrambled up, kneeling before him as he unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang out—thick, veined, the head angry red. I opened wide, but he gripped my hair, slamming in without warning. "Take it all," he commanded, fucking my throat deep. Gags escaped me, saliva dripping as he used my mouth like a toy, hips pistoning.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with spit, but I sucked eagerly, tongue working his shaft. "That's it, swallow Daddy's cock." He thrust harder, balls slapping my chin, until he tensed, groaning low. Cum erupted, thick ropes hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, every drop, milking him with my lips until he softened.

He pulled out, stroking my cheek. "Good girl. Now, bed. And no more secrets."

I nodded, wiping my mouth, the taste of him lingering as I rose on shaky legs. Jake's eyes promised more later, but for now, I slipped away, arse throbbing, pussy aching for release. In my room, I fingered myself furiously, replaying the lecturer's tongue on my clit, Richard's spanks, the cum sliding down my throat. Another orgasm hit, quiet and fierce, my body trembling.

They thought they owned me, but I was the one pulling strings, one secret fuck at a time. Tomorrow, the gym trainer—his bulge had haunted my dreams. But tonight, I curled under the covers, innocent facade intact, cravings far from sated.