Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face until he turned to page two, which read:

  “OVER YOURSELF.”

  His look of confusion was wiped off his face. He stared at her blankly for a moment with those intense eyes of his until Madison got slightly uncomfortable. That little, salacious smirk began to form on his handsome face, and then he spoke. Slowly. Pleasantly. “You know, I thought you’d actually come to terms with yourself. Looks like I underestimated how obstinate you really are.”

  Madison sat frozen in her chair with her hands folded in her lap. “What do you mean?”

  “I intended for this paper to be a confession—a confession as to why you even bother coming to my class in the first place.”

  “Um, because I signed up for it? Because I need this credit to graduate on time?”

  “Is that really the case, Miss Parker?” He got out of his chair, and walked to the door. She stared straight forward, motionless. The click of the lock behind her echoed faintly through the room, followed by the sound of drawn blinds. “I saw your transcripts for this semester. You dropped every single one of your classes except mine.” He flicked the lights off, leaving behind a warm ambience from his desk lamp. “I’m sure there is some kind of explanation for this.” He said as he adjusted the thermostat.

  Madison’s entire body began to heat up with embarrassment when she realized her cover was being blown. Her hands squeezed into tightened fists—angry that she was losing control of her dirty little secret. “M-Maybe I just like English? Have you thought of that?” She stuttered nervously.

  “So, why do you never read the books?”

  “They’re not interesting.”

  “…the work sheets?”

  “I’m a busy person. I do them when I can.”

  “And you stare at me, hypnotized the entire class period, because?” He walked behind her, and ran his fingers over the back of her neck. A wave of tingles coursed through her, causing a pleasurable sigh to escape from her mouth. There was no backtracking now. She was busted. And his touch…she wanted more.

  “I don’t have time for this.” She said, but she remained glued to her chair.

  “You can leave if you want to.” He bent down, and whispered hot, breathy words into her ear. “But something tells me you want a little bit of extra credit tonight.” That sugary, ginger smelling scent wafted to her nose as his hands fell to her shoulders. Her tension released—completely giving in as his fingers pressed deep into her soft skin. Madison’s eyes closed as she became raptured by his sensual voice. “I know what you want Miss Parker, but I’m not going to give it to you unless you say it with your own words.”

  She inhaled deeply. As he massaged his way down her arms with a gentle pace, she was starting to go crazy. Never before had she wanted someone so badly. Never. Pure, unadulterated desire consumed her whole being, and when she exhaled, the words quietly fell from her mouth without shame. “I—I want your cock, Mr. Cheval.”

  “Hm? I didn’t quite catch that Madison.”

  She scooted her chair back, grabbed his hand, and led him in front of her. Eyes glazed over with lust, she looked up at him, stuck her finger through one of his belt loops, and bit her bottom lip. “I want your cock. Right now.” With a slow, deliberate pace, she unbuckled his belt, and slid it off his waist. As she popped the button from his fitted, dark grey slacks, she couldn’t help but notice Mr. Cheval’s bulge getting bigger—harder. She unzipped him. He flexed. He was ready for her.

  CHAPTER 4

  “So, what’s my assignment, professor? Or is this going to be an oral test?”

  His pants fell around his ankles revealing his monochromatic Calvin Klein’s. Tight. Sexy. They hugged his thick, powerful thighs close to the skin, and emphasized the details of his still-growing erection. “It’s whatever you want it to be Miss Parker, but there is one requirement.”

  Her right hand rubbed him though the thin fabric of his briefs. “And that is…?”

  “I need you to cum. Hard. But, being the caring teacher that I am, I will ensure that this requirement is met.”

  “I hope that isn’t too much pressure for you, Mr. Cheval.” Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his briefs, and slowly, she pulled them down. She inhaled sharply, completely taken aback as his excruciatingly gorgeous cock was unleashed. Massive. Her hands magnetically wrapped around him as her heart beat quickly in her chest. So big—so well maintained. Trimmed. Spotless. A small bead of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth as she became completely lost in lust.

  Madison fell from her chair to her knees. Mr. Cheval brushed a strand of hair from her face as he looked down on her with a sense of gratification. Three months. That’s how long he had to endure her wandering, day-dreamy eyes. Three months of knowing she wanted him. And on her behalf, three months of denial. And now they were together: Madison—salivating over his precious, diamond-hard dick. Mr. Cheval—eager to please her with every last inch of his love.

  “Hey.” He says to her, which a soft, low voice. “Go slow. I want this to last.”

  Madison’s smile turned to pursed lips as she kissed the tip, and worked her way down his shaft. Softly. Seductively. He exhaled with a tinge of pleasure to his breath, and before he could capture another drink of air, her mouth closed over him. Although unexpected, he was quick to react—a moan. Stomach muscles tensed from the overwhelming feeling of her tongue swirling around the most sensitive part of him.

  “Good girl, Madison. Just like that, keep going.”

  Usually it was her giving the directions, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her at that point was expending every ounce of her sexual energy onto him. It poured out of her as she worked his cock with her mouth. Wet. Unapologetically sloppy as she took him deeper. No bars were held as she pressed herself harder against him, until she could feel her throat being filled. It was usually unpleasant for her to go so deep with most men, but something about Mr. Cheval’s breathy panting made her want all of him.

  He slowly began to unbutton his shirt as she continued blowing him unceasingly. In that moment, she could have spent hours sucking him off, but she could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to return the favor. His shirt fell to the floor. Madison could only stare in awe as she looked up at his tight, chiseled body. Abdominals like rungs of a ladder. Oblique muscles bulged—pointing inwards like arrows. “Fit” didn’t even begin to describe his powerful physique.

  “Get up.” He said imperatively, while helping her to her feet with a gentle, upward pull of her arm. He switched positions with Madison and turned her around. She bent over his desk, and reached back to pull her skirt off.

  “No. Let me.” He bent down, and whispered into her ear. His powerful hands rubbed over her back, and worked their way lower until they reached her ass. He gave her a gentle slap before lifting up her skirt to reveal her thin, lacey lingerie. “Fuck.” He couldn’t control his words when he noticed how wet Madison already was. He pressed three fingers against her pussy, and rubbed slowly. “You’re soaking. I can’t even believe…” He stopped talking when he heard her moaning. Immediately, he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side to reveal her tight, bare peach. It was dripping with love. Saturated with desire.

  “Fuck me. Do it now, I can’t wait anymore.” Madison said as she turned around. The look on his face—he was completely hypnotized. “Fuck me!” She said it once more—louder—but it was as though Mr. Cheval had been possessed. He didn’t even acknowledge her words—just continued massaging her tender clit until…

  “Ungh! Shit!” He pressed his face right into her ass, and ravaged her with his mouth like a starving wild animal. His lips became covered in her cum as his tongue flicked back and forth between her lips. Every repetitious movement he made sent pulsing waves of pleasure through her body. It felt as though her mind was liquefying as her eyes rolled backwards in her head.

  “Yes. Keep going!” Her words were almost inaudible as he focused a
ll of his attention on her throbbing clit. She worked in tandem with is swirling movements. Hips grinding against his face. She reached behind herself, and spread her ass apart, causing him to dive deeper inside of her. “Mhm, Professor!” He snapped back to his senses when he realized she was almost over the edge.

  “Stay right there, Miss Parker.” He gave her one last lick before standing up. She looked behind herself once more to see nothing but his beautiful cock, which looked as though it had grown even harder than it was before. She could smell his cologne amalgamating with his manly musk as beads of lust-induced perspiration began to form on his chest. He was glistening. So fucking hot.

  “Make me finish, Mr. Cheval. I can’t wait any longer.”

  He stood right behind her, and stuck his cock between her ass cheeks. He thrusted a few times, teasing her until she couldn’t bear it any more. “Right now, professor. I need you inside of me.” Madison was completely at his will. Never before had she been so governed by a man. A feeling she was completely not used to, but she loved it.

  “Not until I say so.” He said with a commanding voice. His hands fell heavy onto her hips—fingers pressed deep into her soft skin. Madison’s breath grew heavy as he continued taunting her. Truthfully, he could barely withstand gliding into her, but he wanted to test her. Make her patience break before pleasing her to the fullest extent that he could.

  “You better fucking…UFHN—Fuck!” An unrepressed scream unraveled from her mouth as he guided himself inside of her without warning. That release—the ethereal feeling of having him slide deeper made her arms begin to shake. As he thrust—once, twice, three times—she could no longer hold herself up. Her arms buckled underneath her, and her chest fell to the desk, causing her back to arch at an even more compelling angle.

  It was nothing like she’d ever felt, and as she climbed closer to climax, she realized Anna was absolutely right. She’d never come close to feeling so raptured by sexual bliss when fucking those inexperienced little seniors. They just climbed in her bed for themselves, but this? Mr. Cheval wanted her. Prioritized her feelings before his…

  He grabbed higher up on her waist, and pressed himself incredibly deep inside of her until he had nothing left to give. Madison became lost in the crashing waves of pleasure, which seemed to reverberate to the very core of her soul. It wasn’t just a dick being rammed into her…it was finessed. The setting—hot, ambient. His breath—quick.

  He slid out of her, and hoisted her up by the arms. “Turn around.” He whispered to her. As she got up from the desk, he grabbed hold of the bottom of her skirt, and yanked it down. Her panties followed quickly after. “Madison…” His sentence was cut when her lips locked tightly to his. Their tongues danced. He playfully bit her bottom lip. Their breaths became more pronounced as he started to unbutton her shirt. Before he reached the bottom, he grabbed both sides, and ripped it off of her. Three buttons hit the floor as she exhaled sharply. Her eyes widened—shocked. “Sorry, I can’t help myself.” He said, but it didn’t actually bother her. In fact, his lack of self-control just turned her on even more.

  “Do it again.” She said softly.

  “Hmm?”

  Madison pointed to her black lace bra. “Do it. Tear it off of me.”

  Mr. Cheval’s cock started flexing as she talked dirty to him. He reached a finger underneath the bridge, pinched the top with his other hand, and ripped it down the center. His mouth was immediately drawn to her right nipple as her perky breasts were exposed.

  Madison ran her fingers through her hair, and guided his hand between her thighs. Two fingers wandered inside, and every time he wiggled them, it felt like fireworks of passion exploding inside of her. Is this what I’ve been missing out on for so long? Is this what Anna was trying to tell me? She felt so naïve—Madison always thought she knew everything, but as Mr. Cheval worked his magic, she knew she’d been inexplicably wrong.

  He propped her onto the desk, grabbed underneath her thighs, and lifted her legs into the air. “Are you ready, Miss Parker? I think it’s about time I teach you something new.” A small bead of adoration dripped from her plump pussy in anticipation of his thick cock. “Are you going to pay attention to me this time?”

  Before she could answer, he glided inside of her tight hole. That first thrust made her shiver, and the second nearly brought her to tears with ecstasy. His movements were slow, but deliberate. His hips gyrated with a full range of movement, causing her to naturally flex around him. “Faster. I want you to go faster.”

  Her wish was his command. Immediately, he doubled his speed, and every time their skin met, his thighs would audibly clap on her ass. Madison’s moans bellowed louder from the depths of her diaphragm, and when they met Mr. Chevel’s ears, it was like his cue to ravage her harder. And the harder he thrust, the more intense his sexual energy pulsed through her.

  That connection. It was undeniable when he pressed his arms onto the desk, and hung his torso over her. Eyes met—completely lost in each other. It was like his gaze was looking past all of her imperfections, and straight into the purest portions of her heart. And she was all he wanted. Just her, nothing else. And his only goal was to make her double over with pleasure. “F—oh my god, keep…fuck!”

  He dropped his head down to kiss her neck. Softly. Hands gravitated towards her bouncing breasts as he ceaselessly thrusted into her. He didn’t even think of stopping until both of them had been completely satisfied. “Tell me when…” He said, as he pushed himself off the desk, and stood up straight. His right hand moved from her chest—lower, lower—until he reached her sensitive clit. He massaged it—rubbed it fast. All of this stimulation was melding together inside of Madison’s head. She was sent to another dimension as her bliss multiplied by a factor of infinity.

  She gave him the signal…at least, she tried to, but she was so overcome with these undiscovered emotions, that she completely lost control of herself. Right before she was about to come, Mr. Cheval Switched up his position. His knees bent slightly to angle his dick just right. Madison’s near-orgasm subsided, and then transformed into something else altogether. Whimpers of disbelief graced her professor’s ears, and that’s when he knew…

  “Cum for me, Madison. Just release.”

  The entire room seemed to warp around her as she reached her breaking point. The impossible feelings of sexual bliss made her heart thud in her chest—made her vision blurry as she succumbed to his cock. “Oh my…ugnh, shit!” A final wave crashed over her, causing her muscles to convulse around her pussy. Mr. Cheval fed off of her pleasure. Seeing her pretty face contort from her climax made him completely lose it. Animalistic grunts fell out of his mouth as he slid out, and painted her stomach with his hot cum.

  “Madison…fuck.” He was at a loss of words as he took in her exhausted, convulsing body. “Looks like you’ve passed.” He said with a devilish grin.

  As she came back to her senses, she reciprocated his smile, and blushed a little. “That…that was amazing.” Her exasperated voice sounded like she’d just ran a marathon. “But tell me...how am I supposed to get back home braless, and with three buttons missing from my shirt?”

  She giggled as he bent down, and kissed her bare chest. “I have a university sweatshirt you can borrow.” Mr. Cheval walked to his computer, and began typing a few things. “I’m changing your grade…” Madison smirked as a feeling of victory washed over her. “…but I still expect you to do some of the work. I can’t pass you just because…”

  “Just because I fuck well?” She licked her lips, and rubbed the corner of her mouth with her thumb. Her professor stared at her as the aftershocks of her orgasm were still rolling through her body. She got up out of her chair, pulled the sweatshirt over her head, and walked over to him. “I’m coming back tomorrow, Mr. Cheval. I expect your cock to be ready for me when I get here.” She kissed his cheek, and headed for the door.

  “Glad I was able to help you today, Miss Parker.” He said to her as she walked away. He co
uldn’t help but stare at her ass until she was out of sight.

  Fucking Anna, she thought as she made her way back to her dorm. I can’t believe she was right. I never knew it could be that good.”

  CHAPTER 5

  She closed the door gently, and made a bee-line for her room, but Anna caught her. “Woah, what’s the rush? No drama to unload onto me today?” She looked up from her book. “Holy shit. Are you ok? You look exhausted.”

  Madison’s glowing face turned crimson. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “A…alright. How did the essay go over with…?” As Anna made note of her messy hair and flushed face, the pieces of the puzzle began to connect. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bra strap sticking out of her purse. “Oh my god. You didn’t.”

  “What?” She said nervously, while trying to break free from the conversation.

  Anna grinned at her. “How was he?” Madison fell silent as she bolted to her room. “Oh, come on. At least tell me what his dick looked like!” She was almost doubling over with laughter at that point, simply because of how unbelievable the whole situation was.

  “Shut up!” Madison yelled from down the hall, but as soon as her bedroom door closed, a smile grew on her face. Anna came knocking. “Really? Just go away, asshole. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “Just tell me one thing.”

  “What?”

  “Does this mean you’re actually going to start doing your homework?”

  Silence.

  “Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” Anna decided to do nothing else for the rest of the day. Nothing else would have been able to top what she’d just witnessed.

  * * *

  The following evening approached at a gruelingly slow rate. Mr. Cheval was the only thing on Madison’s mind from the very moment she woke up. She wanted more of him. She was desperate. As she sat in her room, waiting for his office hours to roll around, she continued to play their fuck-session in her head like a movie. It was quite honestly the only time she’d had sex that could be recalled so vividly. The smell. The feeling. What else even mattered anymore? Nothing. Nothing but Mr. Cheval’s beautiful cock.