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2025-05-25 21:38:19Pamela’s heart pounded as she stood outside Richard’s office the next day. There were no students or lecturers in the building, probably because today was a public holiday.
She wondered if that was the reason Richard chose today for them to meet-so no one would hear her scream.
“Fuck,” she bit her lip, as her thighs trembled at the thought of what he was about to do to her. She had obeyed his command-no panties- and the thrill of it made her wet already
She knocked twice.
“Come in.”
That deep, commanding voice sent a shiver down her spine. She turned the knob and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
Richard sat behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those thick, veined forearms she loved. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her skirt hugged her hips before he smirked.
“You’re late,” he said, though his voice held no real irritation.
Pamela bit her lip. “Sorry, daddy.”
His gaze darkened at the name. “sit.” He gestured to the chair across from him.
She obeyed, crossing her legs-slowly, deliberately- letting the skirt ride up her full soft laps.
Richard leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlocked. “You said you needed help studying.”
Pamela nodded. “Oral literature is next week and I don’t remember a thing.”
“Of course you don’t. Too busy thinking about my cock.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it.
Richard reached into his desk drawer and pulled a thick textbook, sliding it toward her. “Open to page 69.”
Pamela obeyed.
“Read the first paragraph”
She cleared her throat, trying to focus. “Oral literature encompasses the traditional stories, songs, and proverbs passed down through generations-“
“Louder!”
She swallowed. “Oral literature encompasses the traditional stories-“
Richard suddenly stood, circling the desk until he loomed over her. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. “Again.”
“O-oral literature encompasses-“
Before she could finish, his other hand slid beneath her skirt, his fingers brushing against her bare pussy. She gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him.
“Wet already?” he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. “And we’ve barely even started.”
Pamela whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
Richard leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You think you can focus on studying when you’re this desperate for me?”
She shook her head, her hips rocking against his hand.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Because I have other plans for you.”
In one swift motion, he yanked her out of the chair and bent her over the desk, scattering papers everywhere. His hand landed on her ass with a sharp smack, making her cry out.
“You’re going to learn exactly what I want to teach you today, “he said, his voice rough with desire.
Pamela moaned as he hiked her skirt up. Exposing her bare ass. His fingers trailed down her spine before gripping her hips possessively.
Then she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Her pulse skyrocketed.
Richard didn’t make her wait. He shoved his huge cock into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside her pussy. Pamela gasped for air, her nails digging into the wood as he stretched her, filled her, claimed her.
“Fuck, Daddy-!”
“He didn’t slow down, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out with every stroke. His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with every thrust.
“Tell me what you are,” he demanded
“Y-yours!” she sobbed.
“Louder.”
“YOURS, DADDY!”
He groaned, his hips slamming into her harder. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their ragged breaths and skin slapping against skin. Pamela could feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in her stomach-
Then Richard suddenly pulled out.
She whined in protest, but he flipped her onto her back on the desk, spreading her legs wide. His fingers dug into her thighs as she leaned down, his mouth hovering just above her dripping pussy.
“You want to cum?” he asked
Pamela nodded frantically.
“Then beg.”
“Please, Daddy- please let me cum!”
He smirked-then buried his face between her thighs.
Pamela arched off the desk with a scream as his tongue lashed her clit, his fingers plunging deep inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming, and then with a shrill cry, she came, spilling her juices into his mouth.
Richard didn’t let her recover. He flipped her over again and thrust his glistening cock deep inside her.
Pamela could only moan helplessly as he fucked her through another orgasm, then another, until she could no longer hold herself without falling to the floor.
Finally, with a low growl, he buried himself deep and came inside her.
Panting, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, watching as she struggled to sit up.
Then as if nothing had happened, he reached into his desk and pulled out a folded sheet of paper, handing it to her.
“Consider this extra credit,” he said smoothly
Pamela blinked, still dazed, before taking the paper with trembling fingers.
She unfolded it, and suddenly her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
In her hands were the questions to the oral literature exams meant to hold next week Monday.
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