DADDY’S FILTHY GIRL

MY PROFESSOR IS “DADDYHUGE€O€K! 2

Chapter 2

Chloe’s POV

I can’t f*****g go to that house!

“Mom, please, I can stay home by myself, I’m not a f*****g kid anymore,” I hissed under my breath, clutching the towel tighter around my still-sweaty naked body while my cunt throbbed angrily from being denied that orgasm.

She just shoved a bag into my hands and kept talking over me like I was invisible, Dad already out the door yelling about the breach.

They never f*****g listened.

Next thing I knew we were in the car speeding through the dark streets, Mom in full tactical gear lecturing me about safety while my mind kept flashing back to Professor Vince’s thick c**k in his fist on that screen, the way it throbbed, the precum shining at the tip.

She didn’t even glance back at me, she just kept driving with that tight cop face on, talking about protocols and how unsafe it was to leave me alone during the lockdown.

My mind kept drifting back to the screen, to Professor Vince’s hand wrapped around that fat veiny c**k, stroking it slowly while I had been bouncing like a desperate w***e on my dildo.

Oh s**t! Why would he even watch me in the first place?

My n*****s stayed rock hard under the towel, aching to be pinched and twisted again, and my asshole twitched every time I remembered his growled commands from all those cam sessions.

We pulled up to his house and Mom basically dragged me out of the car, knocking on the door like it was just another normal drop-off.

The second it opened and Professor Vince stood there in nothing but those loose boxers hanging low on his hips, my breath caught hard in my throat.

His chest was bare, muscles shifting as he crossed his arms, and I could see the outline of his heavy c**k resting against his thigh under the thin material, sweat dripping off his head like he had been doing some work out. Mom rattled off her instructions fast.

“Take care of her till we get back, Vince, okay? Emergency call, you know how it is. Don’t let her out of your sight,” and then she was gone, tires screeching down the street before either of us could say much else.

I stood there feeling completely ridiculous, my face burning hot with shame and something way dirtier that made my p***y clench and leak even more into the short gown I wore.

This can’t be happening.

My professor, Dad’s friend, the same guy who’s been watching me finger my sloppy holes and beg like a pathetic slut for months.

Now I’m stuck here with him. I couldn’t do anything but follow him inside when he stepped back and let the door close behind us with a heavy click that sounded way too final.

Professor Vince rubbed the back of his neck, trying to act casual but his voice came out a little rougher than usual.

“Your room’s upstairs, second door on the right, Chloe. There’s clean sheets, towels in the bathroom if you need them. The fridge is full, help yourself to whatever. You okay? You look a little flushed.”

Who wouldn’t be flushed?

He started walking ahead, giving me directions about the house rules and where stuff was, but his words blurred into the background as I trailed behind him, my eyes locked on the way his ass moved in those boxers and remembering every single filthy thing he had made me do on cam.

God, that voice is the same one that told me to spread my asshole wider and show him how pink and tight it was, the one that growled for me to slap my fat c**t until I cried.

I wonder if he’s hard right now thinking about it too, if his c**k is getting thick again under those boxers just like it was on the screen.

My cunt was throbbing so bad it felt like a second heartbeat between my legs, that made my thighs rub together slick and noisy with every step.

I could smell my own arousal mixing with the leftover sweat on my skin, and it only made me wetter.

My heavy t**s bounced softly under the short gown with each movement, my n*****s dragging against the fabric and sending little jolts straight down to my aching p***y.

I was so deep in those nasty thoughts that I didn’t notice when he stopped at the top of the stairs to point out the linen closet.

My body kept going and my chest slammed right into his back, my soft heavy t**s squishing hard against his warm skin, my stiff n*****s poking into him like they were begging for attention.

The sudden contact made me gasp, a rush of heat flooding my belly as I felt how solid he was, how good he smelled up close like soap and something masculine that made my mouth water.

“s**t—sorry,” I muttered quickly, stumbling back, while my face burned even hotter.

Get it together, Chloe. Lay low until they come back. Avoid him at school too. Stop imagining him bending you over and pounding that massive c**k into your greedy cunt until you’re screaming.

I scolded myself hard inside my head but my body wasn’t listening, my p***y fluttering and dripping fresh cream down my legs as I hurried past him into the guest room and shut the door fast behind me.

I flopped face down onto the bed, pressing my thighs together tight and grinding my aching c**t against the mattress just a little, trying to get some relief without actually giving in.

I shouldn’t touch myself here, not with him right down the hall, but f**k I’m so wet, my cunt is literally pulsing and empty and all I can think about is how his real d**k would feel stretching me wide, ruining me like he always described.

Sweat was beading on my back again, making the sheets stick to my skin.

I stayed like that for a long time, breathing heavily, fighting the urge to reach down and stuff my fingers deep inside my sloppy hole.

Then immediately, I heard rough and hungry just like on the calls.

BMy stomach tightened instantly and my p***y throbbed hard, a fresh gush of cream spilling out as I recognized the sound of him jerking off.

What the f**k!? Was that why he was sweating earlier? He was jerking off? Wow.

I couldn’t help it. I slipped off the bed quietly, my heart hammering loud in my ears, and tiptoed out into the hallway, following those filthy noises straight to his door.

It was locked but I pressed my eye right up to the keyhole, my breath coming fast and shallow.

There he was, sprawled on the bed with his boxers shoved all the way down, that massive thick c**k standing up rock hard in his fist.

Fuck, that looks really huge.

He was stroking it with long slow pulls, veins bulging along the shaft, the fat purple head leaking so much precum that it was dripping down over his knuckles and making everything shiny and wet.

His balls looked heavy and full, pulled up tight as he twisted his hand over the head and let out another low groan that vibrated straight through my soaked cunt.

Look at that huge f*****g d**k… I want it so bad, I want to crawl in there and sink my dripping p***y down on every inch until it’s buried balls-deep and stretching me to the limit.

I’d be such a good little cumslut for him, let him flood my womb and make me leak his load for days.

My mouth was watering, tongue sliding out to lick my lips as I watched him speed up, fist flying faster over that fat c**k, the wet slick sounds of skin on skin carrying through the door.

My thighs twisted together, rubbing my swollen c**t for any friction while my n*****s ached and my asshole fluttered with need.

The urge to just push the door open, drop to my knees and beg him to wreck my holes hit me like a wave, making my whole body shake with how bad I wanted it.

But I stayed there peeking, one hand pressing between my legs , grinding against my palm as my p***y leaked nonstop.

Then he stopped stroking suddenly.

Before I could jerk back, the door swung open fast and Professor Vince was standing right there, towering over me with his huge c**k still out, heavy and dangling thick between his strong thighs, the head glistening with precum and still twitching.

“What are you doing?” His voice came out rough and low.

I couldn’t answer, but my eyes dropped straight down to that huge dangling c**k again.

I swallowed hard, twisting my legs together as fresh heat flooded my soaked cunt.

“I—Yo-“