ANSWERING DADDY’S DIRTY CALL

Kendra’s POV 

My phone buzzed on my desk just as the final lecture ended.

I picked it up and my breath hitched the moment I saw his name.

Prof Kane: My house tonight. After school. Don’t make me wait.

The simple message sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. My mind immediately flashed back to that day in Professor Reed’s office — me spread wide open on the desk, fingers deep in my dripping pussy, tears in my eyes from being edged for so long… and then Kane walking in.

The way he had taken control. The way he had fucked me right in front of Reed. The way he had made me scream his name while Reed watched, furious and hard. My pussy clenched at the memory.

I bit my lip and typed back quickly, my thighs pressing together under the desk.

Me: I’ll be there Daddy… can’t wait.

I slipped my phone into my bag with a naughty smile and headed out of class, already feeling excited and soaked.

After lectures, I went home first to freshen up. I chose my outfit carefully — an innocent-looking white sundress that hugged my body just enough to look classy. But underneath? Pure sin.

I wore a tiny black lace lingerie set — a barely-there bra that pushed my breasts up beautifully, and a matching thong that was already damp. The garter belt and stockings completed the look. On the outside, I looked like a sweet university girl. Underneath, I was dressed to be ruined.

I took a cab to the location he sent. His house was beautiful — a modern, luxurious villa on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tall trees for privacy. My heart was pounding as I walked up to the door and rang the bell.

The door opened.

Professor Kane stood there in a black shirt and grey trousers, looking every bit the dangerous older man he was. His eyes slowly dragged over my body, taking in the innocent white dress.

“Come in, Kendra,” he said, voice low and smooth.

The moment the door closed behind me, the air became thick with tension. I didn’t wait for him to speak. I walked closer, swaying my hips, and stopped just inches away from him.

I looked up at him with big, innocent eyes and slowly turned around, showing off the dress.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked sweetly, glancing at him over my shoulder.

Kane’s jaw tightened. He reached out and ran his hand down my back, then grabbed my ass possessively.

“You look like an angel,” he murmured. “But I know better.”

I smiled and turned back to face him. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly pushed him backward until he sat on the large couch. Then I stood between his spread legs and began teasing him.

I swayed my hips seductively, running my hands over my breasts, down my waist, and over my thighs. I turned around again, bent slightly, and lifted the hem of my dress just enough to show him the lace garter and the bottom of my ass.

Kane groaned, his hands clenching into fists on his thighs.

I faced him again, biting my lip, and slowly pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders. The fabric slid down my body, pooling at my feet.

Kane’s eyes darkened with raw lust as he took in my sinful black lingerie.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and began grinding slowly against the hard bulge in his trousers. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you since that day in Reed’s office,” I whispered. “The way you fucked me right in front of him… I’ve been so wet ever since, Daddy.”

Kane’s control finally snapped.

He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto the couch, towering over me. His hands were everywhere — squeezing my breasts, sliding between my legs, pulling my thong aside.

“You’re such a naughty little tease,” he growled before crashing his mouth against mine.

He didn’t waste time.

He flipped me onto the couch, spreading my thighs wide. He freed his thick, throbbing cock and rubbed the swollen head along my slick entrance before driving into me with one long, powerful thrust.

I gasped sharply, my back bowing off the couch as he filled me completely, stretching my walls in the most delicious way. He didn’t start slow — he took me with deep, demanding strokes, each one harder than the last. My breasts bounced wildly with every thrust while the wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the living room.

“Yes, Daddy! Harder!” I cried out shamelessly.

Kane groaned, gripping my thighs as he pounded into me mercilessly, giving me exactly what I came here for.