Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  “Well, are you actually going to…?” Before she could finish, his left hand grabbed hold of her tights, and ripped a gaping hole in them. “Are you serious?…” He ignored her as if it wasn’t her clothes, as it wasn’t her body, as if he owned her. Then he went straight for her lace panties. He grabbed underneath them, and ripped them apart with one quick motion. A finger slipped inside, then another, and with rhythmic movements, he began to work her.

  Lily began to moan uncontrollably as her mind was overcome with thought of what if she got caught? Then she threw that thought away and a new one slid into her mind. Two fucking years. Too fucking long.

  “Ugnh, Mr. DuPont…” Her head turned to the side, and kissed his arm, leaving behind a bright red trail of lipstick. “I’m ready. No more of this, let me have it, please.”

  Her pleading was inciting, but Mr. DuPont wanted her pussy to beg for his cock. He wasn’t done with her quite yet.

  With two strong fingers, he spread her apart, and massaged her clit with circular motions. As she wiggled in her seat, whimpering with ecstasy, he noticed a little wet spot forming underneath her. Lily’s pussy was dripping with passion, like honey from her swollen cunt. Mr. DuPont could barely hold himself back, but he wanted to savor the moment.

  His silent, dark office was filled with her subdued cries of pleasure. “You know,” He whispered into her ear. “Everyone else is gone for the day. You can be as loud as you want.”

  When he told her that, she stood up from her chair, slipped her skirt to the ground, and pressed him against the wall. “In that case, Mr. DuPont.” She said, while taking off his shirt. “I expect you to make me scream as loud as you possibly can.”

  Chapter 5

  She threw his clothes on the ground, and kissed his chest. Her crimson lip liner smeared on his tight, muscular pecks, and made a trail to his neck as she worked her way up. He reciprocated with tantalizing touches along her arched back. Then she reached low…This needs to go. She undid the buckle, and slid his belt slowly from the loops. Then, with her thumbs, she reached into his waist line, and slipped his pants to the ground.

  “So, was I right?” Mr. DuPont asked. “You’re the little good girl—waiting and waiting, thinking that you’re above getting some nice cock?”

  He slipped his Calvin Klein’s off of his thick, powerful thighs, and pressed his throbbing dick against her. “Well, show me what a good girl can do, Lily. I mean, you are the overachiever, aren’t you?”

  Immediately, she dropped down to her knees, and grabbed him with both hands. So fucking big.

  “Mr. DuPont. Do you do this to all of your pretty students?” She asked with words saturated with unadulterated lechery.

  He could barely answer her, as her mouth closed around the tip. Her tongue swirled around and around, and then she took him deep, which sent Mr. DuPont into another dimension. After a few moments, he grabbed her hair and pulled her away, to prevent himself from cumming too soon.

  He helped Lily back to her feet, took her hand in his, and guided her over to his desk. Without saying a word, he grabbed her lightly by the neck, and bent her over the table. Her pussy throbbed with need as she waited for it.

  “Do it. Fuck me, Mr. DuPont.”

  “You girls have no fucking patience, I swear.”

  He knelt down, and spread her ass cheeks apart. He pressed his face against her perfect, ripe peach, and devoured her until his face was dripping in her warm cum. His ears lit up with the sounds of Lily’s unrepressed moans, which caused him to get even harder than he was before. Still, it wasn’t time yet. She needs to beg more. She needs to cry for this cock.

  Mr. DuPont paused. Lily turned around, and stared at him with imploring eyes.

  “Don’t you dare stop.”

  “Hm? Oh, I thought we were done here, Lily.”

  Desperation filled her breathy voice as she responded, “Please.”

  She reached her hand underneath herself, and spread her pink lips apart. “Please fuck me, Mr. DuPont.”

  He couldn’t take it anymore. Her words were so genuine, so beseeching, that he immediately grabbed her waist with both hands, and guided himself inside of her. She flexed hard as the tip of his diamond hard cock pressed its way inside, causing waves of pleasure to course through every nerve in her body. Then…he thrust. Once, twice, three times. It was like his cock was made of pure sexual enchantment. She’d never felt anything quite like it. Without any sense of control, she cried loud enough to pierce the ears of Mr. DuPont. She felt as though she was going to explode if she hadn’t.

  His hips worked their magic perfectly, but it wasn’t enough for lust-filled Lily. Rhythmically, she began to rock back and forth, pushing him deeper inside of her. Every inch of him slid in and out, from the base of his girthy shaft to the very tip. Lily’s legs began to shake as she drew closer to the edge. “Slower.” She asked him, but Mr. DuPont was far too overcome with her body to even register her request. In fact, he did just the opposite—grabbed her shoulders with a gentle grip, raised her up slightly, causing her back to arch even more, then…

  Lily’s arms could barely hold her up, as her professor relentlessly pounded her from behind. Skin on skin, Lily’s ass rippled as his thighs audibly slapped it. Slap…Slap…Slap.

  He couldn’t help himself as his hand raised high into the air, and came down hard on her supple rear. She gasped—never had she been spanked before—and somehow, the stinging sensation amalgamated so perfectly with her aura of bliss, that she needed more.

  “Do it again.”

  “You’re not much of a good girl, are you Lily?”

  Her words fell from her mouth slowly, as she was raptured in his warmth.

  “Ungh…do it again, please. Slap my ass, professor.”

  Another powerful hand made contact, causing a subtle red spot to form. Mr. DuPont slowed to a stop, and then turned her around to face him. His beautiful, full lips swooped down to latch onto hers as he teased her clit with his thumb.

  “Do you want more, Miss Smarty-Pants? I’m not sure you’ve quite earned that perfect score yet.”

  “Even so professor, I think this is a good opportunity for some extra credit.”

  She lifted her smooth legs into the air, and presented her perfectly wet pussy to him. She watched, as a small bead of precum fell from the tip of his cock. His mouth drooled as his eyes remained fixed on her young wet pussy. She’d never seen a guy so hungry for her before, so carnivorously desperate for her body. It made her crave his cock even more, thinking about how much he craved her.

  Mr. DuPont snapped out of his hypnosis as soon as her soft fingers massaged the tip of his rigid cock.

  Well, Mr. DuPont? What are you…” Before she could finish her sentence, a wave of pleasure rushed over her as he slid inside her once more. His hands fell onto the desk, and his bare chest hovered of Lily so close as he thrust in harmony with her melodious moans. He could feel the tension building inside of her as she gripped harder around him, nearly pushing him over the edge.

  Lily’s arms wrapped round his neck, pulling him down to her level, and she squeezed him hard against her chest. In return, Mr. DuPont ensured that his arduous undulations were sensual and deliberate. Slow, at first. Faster, the more he thrust into her. Lily’s firm, bouncing breasts matched his movements, but they were far too inciting not to feel. With both hands, his fingers pressed into her soft flesh. Then, he worked his way around her hard nipples, pulling and teasing them until…

  Fuck! So much stimulation; so much…”I’m…” Lily was about to cum, but before she did, another intense feeling shot through her very soul. Mr. DuPont continued working her—her orgasm multiplied by a factor of infinity—and breathlessly, she endeavored to scream out in ecstasy. But no words came forth as her pussy pulsated around his cock. Legs shaking. Body warm. He followed closely after. As he watched her climax so intensely he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

  He fed off of her pleasure, as the raging pressure built in the dep
ths of his psyche, and found its way to his throbbing shaft.

  “Do it.” She said, with eyes like a puppy dog.

  He grabbed onto her shoulders as his entire body radiated a purely sexual heat that Lily could feel as her hands wandered all over his chest. Then…she could feel it flexing inside of her. Hotter, slicker, wetter. Exhausted, he gently rested himself on top of her, and let out a pleasured sigh of contentment.

  “Fuck…” He whispers to her breathlessly. Obviously she was much more than he was expecting.

  Lily rubbed her pleased pussy as Mr. DuPont slowly slid out of her. “So?” She asked, giggling a bit. He blushed when she caught his eyes. “A little bit too much for you, Mr. DuPont?”

  He cleared his throat, and tried to return to a state of professionalism. “Here…” He walked over to his computer, and began typing a few things—fingers still shaking. “Your quiz score has been updated, and I’m tacking on another ten percent to your overall grade. Is that fair?”

  Lily nodded her head, which then fell backwards onto his desk. She laid there for a moment, smiling bright. Two years. She felt a little dirty, but Mr. DuPont’s cock was well worth it. She’d do it again, but he looked far too exasperated for round two. Lily slipped her skirt on, then her silky dress shirt, and cardigan.

  “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. D. Thank you so much for working this out with me.”

  “Very welcome, Lily. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  She sashayed out of the room, and danced straight back to her apartment.

  Chapter 6

  “Well, how was Mr. Asshole today?” Jessie asked as Lily closed the door behind her. “Hmm, judging by your smile, looks like it went ok.”

  She blushed a bit, and attempted to tone down her excitement.

  “Oh, uh. Yeah, it was fine. I’m not sure why, but I feel like we sort of resonated today.”

  “Oh, don’t even go there, Lily. Are you crushing on him? Don’t do it. I already went down that dead-end road.”

  Lily responded with a tone of indifference to hide how she was feeling. “Really? Uh, did you guys do anything?”

  Jess snickered at her. “Dead-end, Lily. I tried to. Before I was dating Tom, I wanted a taste of Mr. DuPont for myself. I think he even knew it, but he’s such a fucking tease. I gave up mid semester. It wasn’t worth the trouble. Wasn’t worth playing his stupid games.”

  Oh, it was well-worth it, Lily thought.

  “Hmm, maybe he was just misreading you.”

  “Sure, maybe. Doesn’t matter anymore, though. Just make sure you don’t get wrapped around his finger. Pretty sure he goes for the innocent girls like you. Creepo.”

  Oh, he certainly does, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Well, I’m off to study some more. I think he’s going to surprise us with another pop-quiz tomorrow.”

  “Good luck.” Jess flipped on the T.V., and stuffed her face with pistachio gelato.

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  The next day, Lily showed up to French 301 with a more-chipper-than-usual attitude. It was so tantalizing—talking to students in her class who had no clue what her little secret was. No one knew how hard Mr. DuPont had fucked her the night before.

  He walked in the door with that subtle, confident swagger that seemed to make most of the girl students lose concentration for a bit. Lily scanned the room, and watched as their attention was diverted immediately to that sexy body of his. He’s mine, Lily thought in her head as she passed a dominant stare at some of them.

  “Abigale.”

  “Right here.”

  “Alicia.”

  “Here, sir.”

  “Lily.”

  “Here, Mr. DuPont.” She said, sweetly.

  “Daniel…”

  Wait, what? Lily got red in the cheeks. He just passed over me without any acknowledgement whatsoever. What the hell is his problem? Her face became redder and redder with anger when she realized she’d probably been played, just like Jess had warned her. Just playing games, huh? The words almost audibly spilled from her mouth.

  “Alright. Hope you read the next section in your book. Vous allez échouer si vous ne l'avez pas.” A few students nervously wriggled in their seats as he began to hand the paper out, but Lily kept her composure. This time, no more games. She was going to answer every question with a source. Write down every minute detail that came to her mind.

  Her pencil nearly caught on fire as she scribbled down a novel’s worth of answers on her paper.

  “Done.” Loudly, she got up out of her seat, stomped over to Mr. DuPont, and slammed her quiz on his desk. She didn’t say a word. Neither did he.

  Once more, his red, felt-tipped pen scanned her paper. His eyebrows moved up and down inquisitively as he read her thorough answers, and soon enough, he scribbled a grade on the top right corner. He walked over to her desk, and nonchalantly handed back her paper with no sign of emotion. Not even the faintest of smiles.

  Lily closed her eyes before reading her score. There’s only one of two outcomes here, she thought. Better be…

  She opened her eyes.

  In the corner, the score in red ink. She stared at it.

  95% was marked in his big, bold scribbles. She worked her way down the paper to find a small note at the bottom:

  Lily, see me after class. I know you can do better than this.

  A bright smile split her face, and her pussy tingled from the thoughts of the previous night. She watched him intently, almost hypnotized, as he continued grading papers. Tease, she said in her mind. He was a pro, no doubt. But still, Lily felt that the tides had changed. He was no longer in control of the game—she was.

  Chapter 7

  A knock rattled his office door at precisely 4 o’clock.

  “Yes, come in.”

  Lily entered, locked the door, and drew the blinds. “You needed to see me, Mr. DuPont?”

  “Yes, I was hoping we could discuss your grade. Even though you answered everything perfectly, I still feel like there is something missing.”

  “Oh, is that so?” Lily said, as she unbuttoned her shirt. “You know what I think, Mr. D? I think you just can’t control yourself. I think that you need this pussy.”

  “Oh, is that what you think, Miss Lily? I guess we will just have to find out, won’t we?”

  Lily climbed onto his desk, turned around, and hiked her skirt up.

  “Let’s play a game, Mr. DuPont, because I know you are so very good at games.”

  She craned her neck to get a glance at his face, which was already filled with sensual craving.

  “I bet you ten extra credit points that you can’t resist touching my ass for a solid three minutes. Starting now.” Lily brought her skirt up a bit higher, as she wiggled her hips in his face. Mr. DuPont wanted so badly to rip her fucking little panties off, and dive into her soft pussy, but he had to maintain control. Never before had he lost control over his own game.

  One minute passed. His cock could barely handle it, as Lily’s thumbs went underneath the waistband of her lace lingerie, and pulled them down half way. It was just enough to let Mr. DuPont see how wet she already was. Fuck, two more minutes. I don’t know if I can…

  “Comment allez vous, Mr. DuPont?” She asked him. “I really think you shouldn’t wait any longer. I could really use you right now.” She slid them off all the way, and played with her clit, as Mr. DuPont massaged his rock-hard erection underneath his tight khakis.

  “Well? Aren’t you ready?”

  At the two minute mark, he had eight more punishing minutes to go, he couldn’t withstand the torture any longer. He broke. Shattered, as he dove head first between her legs. His tongue craving her nectar as it worked its way inside of her and flicking and sucking with utter desperation. He simply couldn’t get enough. He grabbed her waist; more firmly than the last time. He unzipped—his cock was unleashed—and he made his way for the goal, the prize. Her dripping cunt. He’d already lost his own game, but he didn’t care anymore
. Pleasing Lily was more important.

  “So, Mr. Du…ungh!” Without even a moment of hesitation, he slid deep inside of her, and trusted with all of his might. Like an animal, he grunted and moaned as he slid in and out without an ounce of self-control. Mr. DuPont, no longer a professional—no. No longer a man. His animalistic nuances made him nothing short of a horny dog. Lily followed suit, as she lost all sense of self in her pleasure.

  “Mmmmm, make me cum, professor. You better make me cum!”

  Relentlessly, he worked her pussy until…

  “Ungh, fuck!” He lost his grip, slid out of her, and couldn’t hold it back any longer. Three intense pulses rocketed though his body. His cum painted Lily’s back and he thrust his cumming cock inside of her and continued to thrust between her cheeks as his cock went flaccid.

  “Oh, professor.” She said with a tone of sarcastic disappointment. She turned around, and grabbed his semi-hard cock. “Looks like you failed me today. What am I going to do with you?”

  He was speechless—slightly embarrassed that he only lasted a few minutes. “I…well…”

  “Looks like we’ll just have to go over this lesson tomorrow, hm?”

  “Je suppose que nous allons.” He said, breathlessly.

  “And the next day, and the next…”

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  LISA EROTCIA

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