Total Surrender

“Shut the fuck up you dirty slut”Pamela was screaming at the top of her lungs on a Saturday morning by 7:00am. She was going to wake the whole street up. Well there was nothing she could do about it. She was bound hands and feet with her ass in the air like a thanksgiving turkey while getting stuffed with Richard’s enormous dick.“Shut the fuck up or I’m gonna spank you”“Y-yes daddy”. The words barely left her lips when Richard pulled out his dick and slapped her so hard on her clit.“arhhh”, she let out a shrill cry. He didn’t let her finish, he forcefully slid it back again. “That’s it”, Richard growled, “Take it like a good little slut”. He made clear his dominance.“Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard”. His veined dick was so thick she could feel her tight, wet pussy stretch with every thrust; her inner walls greedily clinging to his dick as if begging for more. Her body was on fire, but not the bad kind.Every inch of her screamed of sensitive submission. She could feel the thick rid

Richard was a tall handsome man in his mid-forties. He was a simple man, or I would rather say, he looked and acted like one. He always dressed to school in a gray coat, black long sleeve, and a plain black trouser, but hidden underneath all this was the body of a Greek god-minus, but with an extremely huge cock.His classes were every student’s favorite as the lecture hall was always at full capacity, mostly containing girls. He was not just a brilliant lecturer; he was one that took charge of the classroom atmosphere.The first time Pamela saw him, he was standing at the front of the lecture hall, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing thick, veined forearms. His dark hair was peppered with silver, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. When she walked past him, their eyes had met for a second, and in that second, she knew he saw right through her innocent choir-girl act.As the lecture commenced, she could

Pamela woke up with a smile on her face. She stretched lazily on the bed while the morning sun spilled through her curtain.“Wednesday.”The word sent a shrill down her spine. Today was the day.She showered quickly, scrubbing away any lingering traces of sleep, then spent an extra 5 minutes picking out her outfit- a tight seablue blouse that hugged her curves and a short black skirt that rode up just enough when she sat down.She dabbed on a hint of gloss, smudged her eyeliner and spritzed perfume between her thighs-just in case.Sophia was already in the kitchen, shoving a granola bar into her bag when Pamela walked in.Someone’s in a good mood,” Sophia remarked, raising an eyebrow..Pamela shrugged, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Just excited for what the day holds.”Sophia smirked. “Uh-uh. Or excited for a certain professor’s classPamela nearly choked on her coffee. “What?”Sophia rolled her eyes. “Come on, Pam. You’re not subtle. You stare at him like he’s a five-course meal

Back in their shared apartment, Sophia flopped onto Pamela’s bed, her eyes wide with scandalized curiosity.“Okay, spill. Everything,” she demanded, propping her chin on her hands. “Starting with how the hell this even began.”Pamela hesitated for a second before joining her on the bed, biting her lip. “Where do I even start?”Sophia grinned. “How about the part where you went from innocent choir girl to Professor Carter’s personal fucktoy?”Pamela’s cheek burned, but she couldn’t help the thrill that shot through her at the words. “It just.. happened. One day I was in his office, the next thing I know, I was on my knees before I could say a word.”Sophia gasped, then immediately leaned in closer. “No fucking way. Just like that?”“Just like that.”Sophia’s breath hitched. “Jesus. And you just-let him?”“I wanted him to.”Sophia groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. “Fuck, Pam. That’s…hot.” She leaned forward, her eyes widened. “And? How was it?”A slow, wicked smile spread across

Pamela stared at the paper in her hands, her heart pounding. The questions were clear, and intact. She looked up to Richard, her lips parting in surprise.“but Daddy,” she whispered, “I wasn’t expecting this.”Richard smirked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was softer now, almost tender. “study them well,” he commanded, his voice soft and low. “Every single question.”Pamela nodded, still shocked by what she had seen. She then folded the paper carefully and slipped it into her bag.As she turned to leave, Richard caught her wrist, pulling her back. His lips crashed onto hers in a searing kiss-hot, possessive, but with something new. Something deeper.She melted in to him, her both palms in contact with his bare chest, her body arching closer as if trying to erase the space between them. The kiss wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t just heat. It was everything-slow and deep, his mouth moving over hers like a confession. His finger tangled her hair, not to c