Daddy Duke

by Madison Faye

  “What?” I say quickly.

  “Did- no.” She peers at me for another second before her jaw drops. “Holy shit!”

  “What?”

  “You did get laid!”

  I quickly look down at the book in my hands, my hair cascading around my face as if somehow trying to hide the flush of being caught on my face. “I- I don’t know what you’re-”

  “Ellie!” Ally squeals. “Holy shit!” She suddenly wrinkles her face. “Ted?”

  I make a face. “God no.”

  “Oh thank God,” she says with a laugh. “I’d have killed both of us if you’d waited all this time to give it up to that loser.” She narrows her eyes at me. “So, who?”

  “No one,” I say quickly.

  “Immaculate loss of virginity huh? That’s a new one.”

  I blush. “No, he’s just…”

  He’s just twice my age, and my college English professor, and we could both get in serious trouble for this.

  “Was it good?”

  “YES.” I blush immediately at the force in which I say it, but Ally only devolves into giggles.

  “Hey! Don’t get all embarrassed! That’s awesome!” She raises a brow at me again. “So why the secrecy?”

  She’s like a bloodhound with this thing.

  “Oh, he’s just…”

  Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?

  I don’t answer and Ally just rolls her yes. “Fine, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”

  And I can’t wait to do it again.

  It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I need more, no matter the consequences.

  “I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”

  Except I know it’s not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think that, as the naive, inexperienced girl who’s just lost it to the way older, way more worldly guy. But I know it's not. I might be inexperienced, and new to this, but I know the look in Liam’s eyes. I know the way he looked at me, and I know I need him again.

  Ally gets up from her bed. “Anyways, I’m going out tonight, want to come with?”

  “Nah, thanks but I’m good.”

  “Well, baby steps. We’ll get you to a party yet, Ellie Thompson.”

  She goes to her closet and starts to change to go out for the night, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want that night. I know exactly where I’m going as I slip a tiny skirt on after she leaves, pulling on a skin-tight tank top that’s positively scandalous to wear anywhere but in my own bed.

  And I know exactly what I want to do as I skip across the darkening campus towards the English building. It’s mostly dark, but there’s an office light on up on the third floor, and I grin as I feel the hungry tingle start to spread through my body.

  Time for some more tutoring.

  Chapter 11

  Liam

  It’s late by the time I pry myself away from the blank screen on my office computer and start to lock up. Fuck does writer’s block suck. It’s been like this for almost a year now: nothing, just blank pages. I slam the laptop shut and start to get my things together. Of course, I might not be able to think of anything to write, but there’s one thing I can’t get the hell off my brain even if I tried.

  Ellie.

  We don’t have class again until tomorrow, and it’s been a full day since she lay strewn across my desk writhing on my cock. A full day of basically getting fuck-all done work-wise, and grading none of the papers I needed to get graded. I mean how could I? Especially in that office and on that desk.

  I like my desk WAY more with her tight little ass perched on it and her moans drifting over my ears than I do a stack of papers on Jane Eyre.

  So yeah, little untouchable, tempting, delicious Ellie Thompson is on my brain, bad. I’m still dreaming about that pussy, and the way she moaned, and the way her eyes locked onto mine when she came.

  I crossed a line. Jesus Christ did I. I mean I fucked a student for crying out loud. What a fucking cliche.

  Yeah, it's going to be an even bigger one when she reports your ass, I grumble to myself. It’s going to be a real big cliche when they run me out of here on a rail.

  The hallway is almost pitch dark as I pull my office door shut, lit only by lamp-posts out on the quad coming through the windows as I lock the door.

  How much longer is the semester? Three months? Fuck. That’s a long time. A long time to sit there three days a week staring at Ellie-temping-Thompson front and center. Three days a week staring at those tits, and the those legs, and knowing exactly what lies between them. Knowing how she tastes, and how her lips part and what her moans sounds like when I drive my cock in deep.

  Fuck. Maybe I can cancel the class? Leave off teaching here completely and head back to New York?

  “Professor?”

  I can feel my cock twitch before I even turn to see her standing there quietly in the dim light of the hallway. She’s dressed in this short skirt and this tank top that’s just - wow, and her hair is in fucking pigtails.

  Jesus Christ.

  And right then, I know none of that shit is happening. Dropping the class? Leaving her?

  Fuck no. Because I want more. I need more, like some sort of drug.

  I’m hard instantly, and my eyes dart up to her eye. “Ellie-”

  “I’m here for more help, Professor,” she says is this soft, girlish voice that has me groaning and clenching my jaw and my cock just throbbing in my pants. And she’s calling me professor, and it’s like my kryptonite or something. “Professor” sounds so fucking dirty and scandalous, and with that little pleated skirt, and those mouth watering tits falling out of her tank top, and those damn pigtails, she’s like the schoolgirl fantasy come to life.

  She’s my schoolgirl.

  Because that pussy is mine. I’ve had a taste, and now I want nothing else. I want to consume her and take her all for my own. She might be young, and innocent, and wholly inappropriate, but fuck it, I’m going to posses her. I’m going to show her everything.

  “More help, huh?” I growl as I move towards her in the dark of the hallway.

  “Mmhmm…” she nods, biting her lip and looking unbelievably sexy in the way she looks both scared and excited at the same time. “I’ve forgotten our last lesson, and I think I need to go over it again.” She blushes, like she’s trying to play it coy and be the naughty girl here, even as innocent and sweet as she is.

  I take a step right towards her, dropping my bag to the floor. “I’ll bet you do,” I growl, and then she’s moaning as I bruise my lips to hers.

  She gasps into my mouth as she flings her arms around me. I yank her tight against me and spin us around, pressing her back against the wall of the hallway next to my office door. I can feel her pressing and undulating her tight young body against me. Her tongue is inexperienced, but eager, as she slips it against mine. My hands slide down her arms and over her body, squeezing her soft tits through her skin-tight tank top and feeling her nipples harden to tempting little buds under the material. I let my fingertips roll over them, pinching them and bringing a cry to her lips as I bring another hand up to hold her chin as I claim her mouth.

  Ellie is moaning as I push my hand under her tank top, my hand cupping those big tits and teasing over her nipples. She drops her hand to my pants, stroking the thick bulge there and making me growl into her mouth. I let my lips slide down her cheek, and over her neck to her earlobe. She whimpers in this high, girlish voice as I suck the lobe between my teeth and start to push her shirt up over those full globes.

  My mouth drops lower, running over the bunched fabric of her tank-top and then over the hot, soft skin of her breasts. I close my lips around one hard little nipple and suck as I bat it with my tongue. She moans as my hand slides down over her panties, pushing them aside and slipping a finger easily inside.

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p; “Oh, Professor,” She whimpers, her small hand jerking me faster through my pants. “We- we could get caught out here!”

  “You want me to stop?” I growl in her skin, sinking a second finger knuckles-deep inside of her as my thumb rolls around her clit.

  “No!” She gasps out, her hips rocking towards me. Her hand suddenly freezes on my cock as her other one grips my forearm tightly. “Because I’m going to come!”

  Ellie’s whole body seizes up, and then she’s biting my shoulder as her orgasm tears through her right there in the hallway of the English department. She’s clinging to me as her tight little teen pussy clenches around my fingers, while my lips leave marks across those full young tits.

  Slowly, her grip on me loosens as she lets out this contented sigh. I grin as I manage to pull myself away from her tits, but all of a sudden, she’s flipping us around and dropping to her knees in front of me.

  “Ellie, honey, what are you-”

  “I-” She looks up at me with this mischievous and nervous look on her face, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I want to taste you.” She takes a deep breath. “I want to suck your cock, Professor Martin.”

  Fuck me.

  There’s something insanely hot about hearing this sweet little good girl say dirty things like that, and my cock throbs in response. She looks like taboo incarnate, on her knees with her legs spread, her tiny skirt around waist, and her full, gravity-defying tits out and still wet from my mouth

  “Fuck,” I mutter. “Why don’t we go to my office-”

  “Uh-uh,” she says, grinning wickedly at me and biting her lip as she reaches up to start pulling at my belt. “I want to suck you right here.”

  She’s unbuttoning my jeans and slipping the zipper down, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck if we’re out here in the hallway. It could be the middle of the damn day and I wouldn’t say no to this fucking barely legal sex-kitten on her knees begging to suck my cock.

  She pushes my jeans and my briefs down, and my cock springs out to bob thick and heavy right in front of her. Ellie’s jaw drops as she just stares at it. “Oh my God,” she says, her eyebrows raising as she looks up at me and wets her lips. “You’re-” She swallows heavily and then brings her hand up to wrap her small fingers around my dick. “You’re really big.”

  I grin, feeling my pulse roar as her small hand teases over the skin of my cock. I mean, yeah, I’m big, but I look huge in her small hand like that. It looks obscene, my thick, pulsing cock in the hands of this little eighteen year old schoolgirl, her ginger-blonde hair in pigtails framing her face.

  Her tongue slides out and across her lips and she leans forward. I groan as I feel her breath first, hot across the head. But then she’s gently pressing her lips to it - her full, soft, pouty lips kissing my cock.

  I groan at the feel of them and she raises her eyes to me as she kisses it again. “Like that?”

  Jesus Christ, has this girl never even given head before?

  “I’ve- I’ve never done this before,” she says quietly, and my cock actually jumps in her hand.

  Because realizing just how much of a virgin little Ellie Thompson is - well, was, before I claimed that the other day - sinks in, and I fucking love it. I love that I’m not just the first man to sink into that tight cunt, but that I’m also the first one to feel those pouty wet lips wrap around his cock. I’m truly claiming this girl, all of her, and it makes my blood roar in my ears.

  “Just open your mouth, honey,” I growl, letting my hands drop gently to her hair.

  She does, and her eyes never leave mine as she slowly slips her full wet lips over over the head of my cock.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Her mouth is heaven; soft, wet, barely-legal heaven. Slowly she takes in as much as she can, and she sucks gently as her tongue slides up my underside. She might not be porn-star deep-throating me or anything, but there's something so fucking innocent about the way she’s so new at this that makes it the hottest blowjob I’ve ever got. I can already feel my balls tightening, and I groan and let my fingers slide into her hair as she starts to stroke me. She uses both small hands to slide up and down my shaft, wet and slippery from her mouth as she bobs her lips over the head.

  “Just like this, Professor?” She says, the words mumbled with my cock still her mouth.

  “Fuck yes, just like that, honey,” I groan, my hands sliding to her pigtails and wrapping them in my fingers. I slowly and gently guide her as she starts to bob again, her small pouty mouth slurping on my head and tonguing the underside as her hands stroke me.

  What we’re doing is so fucking wrong, and so dirty and obscene. I’m a grown man, twice her age, letting this forbidden little coed slobber all over my cock right in the hallway of the English department where she’s my student. She’s so young, and it’s so wrong, and I’m not going to last much longer.

  I reach down with one of my hands and cup one of her soft, full young tits, groaning as I feel her moan around my cock. She starts to pump faster with her hands, her tongue teasing me as her lips slurp at my head. I’ve still got one hand in her hair, gently guiding her as I roll her nipple in my fingers and feel my balls start to tingle.

  “Ellie, honey, I’m going to-“

  She pulls wetly off my cock, her lips making an obscene slurping sound as she looks up at me. “Do it it in my mouth?”

  I groan.

  “Please, Professor?” I want to taste it when you come.” Her hands are wetly pumping my cock as she looks up at me, almost pleadingly, those big blue eyes shining. “Come in my mouth, Professor Martin.”

  Yeah, that does it. She slides her lips back over me and sucks, and I just explode.

  She chokes and sputters a little, but she’s swallowing my cum as I blast rope after thick rope into her sweet young mouth. She gasps, pulling off my cock and stroking me. I roar as two more thick spurts pump out across her heaving, creamy tits.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  I’m in shock as I try and find my breath, sagging against the wall behind me and feeling my head spin as Ellie slowly strokes a hand up and down my shaft.

  “Oops,” she says with a giggle. “I made a mess.”

  God, her saying that so innocently like that with my cum all over her tongue and dripping off her tits that my cock stays rock hard in her hand.

  She stands, blushing as she licks her lips. She slides a finger over the cum on her tits and I groan as she licks her finger clean before pulling her tank top back down.

  “You taste delicious,” she whispers in my ear, kissing me as I stand there with my dick out trying to catch my breath. Her lips brush against my ear as she reaches down and gives me a tug. “In fact, I might need another taste soon.”

  Yeah, I want something again soon, too. Soon like right the fuck now. I want to sink my cock into this girl again. I want to bend her over and bury every single inch of my dick in her impossibly tight, off-limits pussy until I fill it to the brim with my cum.

  I can feel the blood pounding thickly in my veins as I pull her against me and kiss her hard, her little whimpered moans like heaven to my ears.

  “I need you again,” I growl into her ear, loving the way she gasps and the way her body shivers when I say it.

  “I need to fuck you, now.”

  I think about pulling my keys out for the office, but I frown. No, this girl needs better than my desk. I curse my apartment being so far off campus.

  “I- I know a place,” she says as if reading my thoughts. She bites her lip, her face blushing in the dim light.

  “But I’ll have to sneak you in.”

  She grabs my hand and turns before looking back at me, smiling in this way that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest. “Follow me, Professor.”

  Chapter 12

  Liam

  Jesus Christ, her dorm room. What the fuck am I doing.

  It's like being here makes this thing even more illicit and scandalous. I’m probably not even allowed to be in here under n
ormal circumstances. Watching one of my eighteen year old students as she slowly pulls her clothes off is beyond the pale. Watching her as she lets her shirt drop to the ground and those utterly perfect, gravity-defying tits swaying high and full on her chest is certainly not something I should be doing. Pulling my pants off and wrapping my hand around my cock as I watch her skirt drop to the ground until she stands there in a tiny pink thong, is probably worse.

  But it’s when I push her back on her bed and ease down over her that I know I’m breaking it all. When my mouth is nipping and sucking at that curvy young body, leaving marks across her untouched skin until I get to her panties and inhale the scent of her barely-legal pussy, I’ve gone over the deep end.

  And when I slip them down her legs and then kneel there staring at her like these the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in the world, I’m past caring

  She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity in the way they sit so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.

  And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.

  Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s barely legal, and she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman English lit class. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her, or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.