Good girl for the professor

Get on your knees,” Professor Edward said, his voice calm but cold.

The heat in his eyes made my whole body tingle. I dropped to my knees right away, the floor hard under me. He put one hand on my head and guided me closer. My face was now right in front of the big bulge in his pants. I could feel how hot and hard it was even through the fabric. I pressed my cheek against it, rubbing my face on the thick shape, already breathing faster.

“Take them off,” he said. “Use your mouth.”

For a second I thought..who does he think he is?..but then I leaned in anyway. I caught the zipper with my teeth and pulled it down slowly. The sound was loud in the quiet office. My lips brushed the warm skin just above his waistband as I tugged his pants and boxers down with my teeth. His cock jumped out, thick and heavy, and slapped hard against my cheek with a wet sound.

I let out a soft moan. “Ohhh… damn…”

“Open your mouth.”

I opened wide. He pushed the fat head past my lips right away. It stretched my jaw so much it hurt a little, but in a good way. He kept sliding in until he hit the back of my throat.

“Suck it, Risha.”

I started right away, moving my head up and down fast, tongue swirling around him. Spit ran down my chin. Professor Edward grabbed my hair and started thrusting..slow at first, then deeper. He was using my mouth like he owned it.

“Relax your throat. Take it all.”

I gagged, eyes watering, but I tried harder. Every time he went deep I made little whining sounds around his cock. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing, begging for touch.

“Good girl,” he said quietly.

Those words hit me like electricity. I moaned louder, sucked harder, tears running down my face as I tried to please him.

But how did I even get here..on my knees in Professor Edward’s office, mouth full of my new literature professor’s huge cock?

It started that same afternoon.

My paper was due last Friday. I turned it in three days late. Everyone said the new professor was strict..no excuses, no extensions. He was tall, slim, always wore neat shirts and glasses, looked smart but also kind of scary in a hot way.

I figured I could talk my way out of it.

I wore my shortest skirt and a tight blouse with the top buttons open. I put on lip gloss, let my hair down, and went to his office. When he said come in, I walked over to his desk, leaned forward a little so he could see down my top, and gave him my sweetest smile.

“Professor Edward… I know my paper is late,” I said softly. “I was hoping you could still take it. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

I touched his arm lightly, bit my lip, looked up at him with big eyes..the whole act.

He looked at me for a long moment, face blank. Then he stood up slowly. He was much taller than me.

“Anything?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded fast, heart pounding, thinking I had him wrapped around my finger.

He walked to the door and locked it.

Then he turned back to me.

“On your knees.”

And just like that, everything flipped. I wasn’t in control anymore.

Now his cock was deep in my mouth. He fucked my throat with steady, strong thrusts, fingers tight in my hair.

“Look up at me.”

I forced my teary eyes up. The way he stared down at me..so hungry, so in charge..made me whimper around him. My thighs squeezed together, trying to get some relief.

He pulled out suddenly. Spit connected my lips to his shiny cock in thick strings.

“Beg for it.”

My voice was shaky. “Please, Professor Edward… Daddy… let me keep sucking you. I need it so bad… I’ll be good, I promise…”

He gave a small, dark smile. “Hands behind your back. Don’t move them.”

I crossed my wrists behind me. He pushed his cock back into my mouth and used me,long, slow thrusts that made wet, sloppy noises fill the room. Every deep push made me moan and gag at the same time. My nipples were so hard they hurt, and wetness was running down my legs.

He pulled out again, stroking himself right in front of my face. “You thought you could flirt your way to a better grade? Now you’re just Daddy’s needy little toy.”

I nodded fast, desperate. “Yes, Daddy… I’m yours… please use me…”

He pulled me up by my hair, turned me around, and bent me over his big desk. Papers flew everywhere. He flipped my skirt up, yanked my wet panties down to my ankles in one rough pull. Cool air hit my dripping pussy and I shivered.

“Spread your legs.”

I kicked my feet apart. He pushed them even wider with his shoe until I felt completely open.

Without warning, two thick fingers slammed inside me. I screamed, back arching.

“Ohhh fuck..Daddy!”

He curled his fingers right against that perfect spot and pumped fast. My pussy squeezed around him, wet sounds filling the air.

“You’re soaking,” he said. “All that teasing, and this is what you really wanted.”

I could only moan and push back against his hand. “Yes..please..don’t stop..it feels so good..ahh!”

He added a third finger, stretching me more. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing fast circles. I felt the pleasure build so quick it almost hurt.

“Daddy..I’m gonna cum..please..”

He pulled his fingers out.

I cried out, hips jerking, so empty it was painful. “Nooo..Daddy please..I was so close..don’t stop..”

“Beg better.”

Tears came to my eyes. “Daddy, please… I need to cum so bad… it hurts… I’ll be your good girl, I swear… please let me cum on your fingers…”

He looked pleased. Then he shoved three fingers back in, harder. I screamed, legs shaking. He fucked me fast with his hand, thumb attacking my clit.

“Cum. Now.”

My whole body exploded. “DADDYYYY..oh god..fuck..yes..”

I came hard, pussy squeezing and squirting around his fingers. My legs almost gave out, but he held me up, keeping his fingers moving until I was crying from how intense it felt.

He turned me over so I was on my back on the desk, legs spread wide. His cock slapped down on my sensitive clit. I jumped, gasping.

“Too much..Daddy I just came..”

“I don’t care.” He lined up the thick head at my entrance. “You’re taking all of me.”

He pushed in slowly. It stretched me so wide I couldn’t think.

“Oooohhh fuck..it’s so big..stretching me..ahhh..”

He went halfway and stopped, letting me feel every thick inch. Then he kept going until he was all the way in, pressed against the deepest part of me.

“DADDY..too deep..oh my god I’m so full..”

He started moving..long, hard thrusts that hit every good spot inside me. My breasts bounced under my open blouse. I moaned loud, no shame left.

“Harder..please..fuck me harder, Daddy..ahh..ahh..yes..”

The desk shook under us. Our skin slapped together wetly. Every thrust made me cry out.

“Ah..ah..ah..right there..fuck..don’t stop..”

He put one hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make everything feel sharper, hotter. His other hand pinched my nipple hard. The mix of pleasure and that tiny edge of control made me crazy.

“You’re mine now,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours..Daddy’s girl..only yours..oh fuck I’m cumming again..”

He kept going. My second orgasm hit like a wave, pussy gripping him tight, eyes rolling back. I screamed his name, shaking under him.

He pulled out, flipped me face-down on the desk, and slammed back in from behind. I wailed, ass bouncing with every hard thrust.

“Take it all.”

“Yes..yes..use me..Daddy please..ahhh..”

He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. I came again almost right away…squirting hard, legs shaking so bad I couldn’t stand.

Only then did he let himself finish. His thrusts got wild, and with a deep groan he buried himself deep and came inside me, hot spurts filling me up. I moaned weakly, feeling every pulse.

He leaned over me, breathing hard against my neck. Then he got gentle..kissing my shoulder, my ear, whispering, “You okay, baby? Did I go too hard?”

I laughed, shaky and happy, turning to look at him. “I’m perfect, Daddy.”

He smiled..that cute, nerdy smile..and pulled me up into his arms.

“Can I call you Daddy from now on?” I asked softly.

He chuckled, brushing hair out of my face. “Only if you mean it. No more late papers. No more games. You’ll be my good girl whenever I want.”

I smiled, already excited for next time. “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

He kissed my forehead. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”