Erotic Teacher

by Skye Reed

  I rubbed her ass with my hand, flat. "Well we can't have that, can we?" I asked.

  "I'll do anything," Laura said, her voice thick with shame. "Please, forgive me."

  "Hmm..." I raised my hand back and gave her a loud slap on the ass. She jerked up and let out a whimper. "You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

  She only nodded this time, still sniffling. I spanked her again.

  "Aren't you?"

  "Yes sir!"

  Her cunt looked amazing from behind. Though I loved my wife, nothing beats a young woman's pussy.

  I unzipped my pants.

  "Beg me for it, whore," I instructed her.

  "Please sir! Please fuck me!"

  I placed my cock at her entrance.

  "Is this what you need? Your little cunt needs to be fucked?" I rubbed up and down her folds. They were like velvet.

  "Yes sir, please sir, please!"

  She was sobbing now. Normally I can let her go on like this, but I was especially hard that night, and didn't have the patience. I speared her with my cock, grabbed her by the hips, and began to fuck her from behind.

  "You like being fucked like an animal?" I asked her.

  "Yes!" she screamed.

  I placed one leg up, by her shoulders, to get better leverage. I began to plough her so hard that I could hear my balls slap her ass.

  "What a good whore you are Laura," I groaned. "Take my cock baby, take it kitten, yes that's it..."

  She was reduced to a screaming mess, groaning and moaning into the pillow.

  "Oh yeah, you love cock don't you?" I said, picking up the pace. "You like it?"

  "Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, daddy, yes!"

  I went numb for a second. My vision flashed white.

  "What?"

  "Fuck me daddy!" Laura screamed. "Fuck your little girl!"

  All of the sudden I was harder than I've ever been in my life. I grabbed her by the hips hard enough to live bruises, and began to bang her so hard the bed slammed against the wall. All the while, she cried, "yes daddy, yes daddy! Oh, fuck my cunt daddy!"

  I let out an enormous groan, and then came for what seemed like a full minute, shooting my load into Laura's pussy. When I pulled out, cum dripped down her leg.

  She flopped onto her back, smiling. "So, you liked that?"

  I was speechless. "Yes," I stuttered.

  Now what the hell was I going to do about that?

  When I got home that night, Penny was already on the couch watching tv. I could hardly look at her, let alone hug her. I was afraid I smelled like sex, for one, but also because of what Laura had said. Nothing had ever turned me on so much, nor upset me as completely.

  Penny was in her short cotton pajama shorts and a camisole, her little body looking very warm in a blanket on the couch.

  "Hi daddy," she said. "I left some chicken in the fridge for you. How was your day?"

  "Great sweetie," I said. Good, kitchen. A perfect excuse. I filled up a plate and warmed it in the microwave, trying to get the guilt out of my head.

  Why did I even need to be guilty? People had fantasies, and it wasn't as if I'd fantasized about Penny. Laura was a hot young prostitute; of course I liked when she got dirty.

  Still, I sat at the kitchen table several feet from Penny while I ate.

  "Did you think any more about... what I asked yesterday?" she said.

  I stopped chewing. Damn it. I'd been so preoccupied with not letting Tom see her that I hadn't thought of a solution.

  "Why don't we wait until you visit grandma at Christmas?" I said.

  Penny made a face. "Dad, that's six months away! Don't you think it's important I go now?"

  That gave me pause. "Sweetie, are you having sex?"

  The thought terrified me. Penny was just a little girl! She couldn't be having sex.

  But, based on the look on her face, I didn't have to worry.

  "Dad, no! It's just what I said. I'm eighteen now." She shook her head. "Dad, I'm home every night, and you know my all friends. I'm not having sex. All the boys in town are so gross."

  I didn't like to admit how relieved this made me. But I should have known; my Penny wouldn't waste her virginity on some small-town boy.

  "Alright then. I'll have to think of something," I said.

  "Why don't you want me to see Dr. Tom?" she asked.

  I froze up, but opted for the truth. "Honey, Dr. Tom is a bit too friendly with some of the younger patients, if you understand. He's not the most professional - as you might understand, he's a man, and can sometimes forget he's a doctor when he's around pretty girls."

  She blushed. "Oh. That makes sense."

  She didn't say anything else, just went back to watching tv. I finished eating and went to load the dishwasher. I was beat.

  "I'm headed for the shower," I said, blowing her a kiss on the way up the stairs.

  Penny looked up. "Daddy, if you're nervous about someone staying professional, why don't you do it? I trust you, and you'd be the most likely person to stay in control. You're a great doctor."

  I froze. Me?

  I expected Penny to be joking, but when I looked back at her, she was sitting on the couch, looking so adorable in her little pajamas, hands in her lap.

  An image of her flashed in my mind: little Penny, legs in stirrups, spread wide, my face between them. Only instead of just looking, I was lapping at her pretty little pussy. My cock twitched.

  Pussy again! What was wrong with me?

  "I don't know, sweetie," I said. My hands were shaking. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I have to get in the shower."

  "OK Daddy," she said. "Goodnight. I love you."

  "I love you too," I said. After everything that happened that day, that was about all I knew.

  That night I dreamed of Laura. She was an amazing fuck, so this wasn't new; but I dreamed of her rubbing my cock on her face and calling me daddy. Crawling across the room asking if she was a good girl. Sitting on my face and thanking her father for making her cum.

  The dream changed so I was fucking her on her back, her legs above her head.

  "You like that baby girl?" I was saying. "You like getting your kitty filled up by your daddy?"

  "Yes daddy," Penny said, her face scrunched up in ecstasy. "I'm all yours daddy!"

  I woke up in a cold sweat. My cock was harder than it got after watching porn. Yes Daddy!

  I had just dreamed about Penny. I couldn't even think.

  Possessed, I walked across the hall and did something I haven't in years; I checked on her. I wasn't being weird; I needed to see her, to remind myself I wasn't attracted to her. I was a good dad. I had just discovered a new fantasy, and this was normal.

  Penny lay in her bed, the covers tossed off, in just a pair of panties and her camisole. My heart hurt looking at her; she was so small.

  By the light of the streetlamp outside her window, I could just make out the tiny cleft where her panties went in between her lips.

  My cock went hard, rock-hard. My mouth watered. Even her pussy was tiny, no bigger than half an apricot. I couldn't help imagining how it would have to stretch to take all of me in.

  She slept on while I stared. After a few minutes, when I had slipped my hand into my boxers and began to touch myself, I realized: I wanted to see my daughter naked. I wanted it more than I'd wanted anything in my life, and she herself had already given me the way.

  Katie Needs It

  It had been four long, painful months since Katie's sudden break-up with her long-term boyfriend Rob. They'd been together for four years and Katie had naively assumed she would be with him forever. They were good together – loving, adventurous. Maybe they'd become slightly too comfortable towards the end, but even so Katie was horrified when Rob announced he'd met someone else and just left. Since that night, she'd resolved to throw herself into her work and hadn't been near another man.

  Not that she hadn't had attention. She was a very attractive 29-year-old woman; slim, busty, vivacious. On the r
are occasions her friends had persuaded her to grudgingly venture out with them for the evening, several men had tried to talk to her, but she had blanked them all. She wasn't interested in playing games with chancers. But she was forced to admit to herself that she missed sex desperately. She had taken to poring over the latest erotic fiction to help relieve her growing frustrations; working from home, she would use her break times to read her red-hot novels and toy with herself using a selection of vibrators. They weren't the same as Rob's cock, but they did the job.

  It was a Thursday morning and Katie rose to start work early on her laptop. She was in the middle of working on an important presentation and was keen to get it finished. But much to her irritation, her laptop was playing up, operating very slowly and crashing. Luckily Katie was able to call upon the company's outsourced IT company in these situations and within an hour, Baljit, the middle-aged boss was over to start work on it.

  Sadly for Katie, this was not to be a five minute job and after a while, Baljit approached her in the kitchen to announce that he had to visit her office as there had been a problem with the server. "Don't worry, I'm sending over one of my colleagues to sort out your laptop. He'll be here in around 45 minutes," he assured her. And with that, he left.

  Katie tutted with frustration at not being able to crack on with her presentation. But she had to admit she was keen to finish her latest book anyway, especially as it was a particularly raunchy novel. So she took herself back to bed for half an hour, knowing she had plenty of time before the latest IT man would be round.

  But to her surprise, within 10 minutes the doorbell rang. Not good – Katie was at a very steamy section of the book and was way more aroused that she'd like. But she had to get this laptop mended, so she threw on a pair of joggers and a tracksuit top and answered the door.

  Standing there was a lean, athletic young man, probably in his early 20s, his light grey polo shirt stretched taut over his firm chest, his blue eyes staring at Katie as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Matt. Here to fix the laptop?"

  Katie blushed, embarrassed at her scruffy appearance and at his piercing stare as he brazenly eyed her up and down. She was annoyed at his roving eye and without returning his glance, simply stood to one side and replied: "In the sitting room."

  As he breezed past her, Katie couldn't help but breathe in his scent. His physique was impressive and in different circumstances, Katie might be keen to flirt with this young hunk. But she was hardly looking her best and was still very much sick of men. She just wanted him to get the job done and get out.

  Nonetheless she didn't see any point in being rude so she offered a cup of tea and went into the kitchen, leaving Matt to get on with sorting out her IT issues. "I can definitely sort out *your* problem," he said as she left the room. She looked at him and he wasn't smiling, just staring. His double meaning didn't feel like harmless flirting and she was rather unsettled.

  She put the kettle on and stood in the kitchen waiting for it to boil. Suddenly she was aware of a presence nearby, but before she could turn away from the worktop, Matt was right behind her, almost touching her.

  He moved his head to her shoulder. She froze. "What are you doing?" she said quietly, not moving.

  "I could smell your wet pussy the moment you answered the door," he replied slowly. "You must be absolutely gagging for it."

  Katie was incensed. "How fucking dare you! Get out of my personal space. In fact just get out!"

  She pushed past him and headed for the kitchen door but before she could get there, Matt grabbed her arms with both hands and forced her face up against the wall.

  "Now now, no need to be like that Katie," he said menacingly into her ear. "Why not just admit you're fucking horny and dying for some hard young cock?"

  She was disgusted with him and his language, but to her horror she also found that she was turned on by his dominance of her. Before she could even reply he slipped his warm hand down the front of her jogging bottoms. He swiftly used his foot to open her legs wider and in no time he was gently stroking her soaking wet pussy. "My God, you're even wetter than I expected," he said, taunting her as he toyed with her clit.

  "Stop it!" she said quickly. "You can't do this! You can't!" But she put hardly any force behind her words and instinctively thrust her pussy forwards as he fingered her. "You can't do this..." she repeated helplessly, almost sobbing.

  "Yes I can," he replied. "I'm doing it right now. Do you really want me to stop?" His cockiness somehow turned her on even more. She was appalled with his presumptuousness and at her own lack of fight - but the reality was it had been way too long since a man had touched her, and here was a genuinely gorgeous young hunk stroking her cunt so deftly she thought she might come straight away.

  She threw her head back against his shoulder. "You have to stop...now," she said breathlessly, "I can't do this, it's wrong."

  But again he ignored her and used his left hand to turn her face towards him, kissing her passionately, then used the same hand to unzip her tracksuit top where underneath he found two rock hard nipples desperate for his attention. He ran his hand over both of them and despite her continued protests she found herself melting into him.

  Suddenly he spun her round and grappled her quickly to the floor. Before she could even react, his mouth was on her left nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He started pulling down her jogging bottoms and she felt his rock hard cock through his jeans grinding against her soaking wet crotch. Still she made an effort to try and resist, disgusted at him and indeed herself.

  But she knew deep down she desperately needed this; her body was actually demanding it. Matt got up to his knees and pulled off his polo shirt, revealing a lithe, tanned, hairless torso. More moisture flooded her pussy. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. He wasn't wearing any boxers and his erect cock sprang free. Katie licked her lips at the sight of it – it was way bigger than Rob's and she instinctively opened her legs wider, readying herself for him.

  Matt glanced down at her glistening pussy and smirked as he moved on top of her, holding himself up by his muscular arms. "You wanted me to fuck you the moment you answered the door, didn't you," he said, staring into her eyes, his look one of pure lust. "No," said Katie, refusing to return his stare.

  "Yes you did, you lying slut! Look at you, spread out on the floor, your legs wide open for a total stranger." To her shock, she became even more turned on by his humiliating words. "You want me to spear that wet pussy with my dick. Admit it. It's all you wanted from the moment you saw me."

  He moved his cock to the entrance of her quivering wet cunt and held it there, feeling the warmth radiating from it.

  "No, it's not true," said Katie again, resisting him but biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

  "You want me to ram it inside you as hard as I can, you want me to make you scream. Admit it! Say it, you slut!"

  It was true – Katie was now desperate to be fucked senseless but she wasn't going to freely admit it to this stranger.

  "Say it!" he repeated, now rubbing his dick up and down her swollen pussy lips, driving her wild.

  She couldn't take it. "Yes!" she said finally. "God yes, I want you to fuck me hard. I need to feel you inside my pussy. Do it!"

  Matt grinned at her slutty response, and in one swift movement, entered her and pushed himself balls deep inside of her.

  She screamed at the glorious intrusion by such a huge dick, and wrapped her legs around him. He held his breath and luxuriated in the feeling of being inside her tight wet pussy bareback for a second or two before exhaling, pulling out and immediately thrusting himself fully back inside, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy as her pussy quickly accommodated the size of his massive cock.

  Quickly he began to fuck her, sliding gloriously in and out of her hot cunt. She screamed out with every thrust, digging her nails into his back as his pubic bone came into contact with her swollen clit. Then he sped up the pace further, ramming himself violently in
to her, holding himself up by his arms and just fucking her with abandon, treating her like little more than a blow up doll.

  Katie was swept along and all inhibitions had gone. "Fuck me!" she screamed, squeezing as hard as she could against his thrusting dick. He ploughed mercilessly into her, literally fucking away her four months of frustration, sending Katie into a state of white-hot ecstasy.

  "I'm coming inside you whether you want it or not," he sneered, grunting as he continued his rapid thrusting. Katie hadn't even considered the implications of this but being taken so roughly by a hunky alpha male, her most base instincts were simply to lie there and let him do whatever he wanted, to let him spill his potent seed inside of her. She started fantasising about his cum filling her, pouring down her thighs. The thought sent her over the edge and she began to orgasm – a savage orgasm that shook her entire body, causing her to scream out again.