Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Fu**ed And Watched#6

Kathy's Pov(f****d And Watched)

I froze the second I saw him. My whole body went hot with embarrassment. Amelia’s dad, Mr. Cole was standing there in the doorway, looking at me completely naked with my legs spread wide open on that chair like a f*****g offering. My p***y was on full display, still a little wet from how turned on I’d been on the drive over.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. I jumped up fast, trying to close my legs and cover myself with my hands at the same time. I wanted to run and grab my clothes, but he moved quicker than I expected.

Mr. Cole stepped forward and caught my wrist gently but firmly. “What are you trying to do, Kathy?”

I pulled back, face burning. “What are *you* trying to do? This is a mistake! I’m so sorry — I shouldn’t be here. This is all wrong. I thought it was a stranger. I have to go—”

“No,” he said calmly, his voice low and steady. “It’s not a mistake.”

I stared at him, heart hammering. “This is an anonymous app. How did you even know it was me? How—”

“Let’s just say I have my ways,” he replied, eyes dark. “But I need to tell you something.”

I felt so shy all of a sudden, trying to cover my t**s and p***y with my arms, but the way he was looking at me, that dark, hungry look I had never seen on him before made my stomach flip. Mr. Cole had always been the quiet, polite dad when he came to visit Amelia at school. He didn’t talk much, just smiled and asked how we were doing. This version of him was completely different.

“I’ve had an interest in you for a while now,” he continued, stepping closer. “It might sound stupid, but I have to be honest. Even when I came to campus last month and saw you with Amelia and her friends… something triggered in me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I even started stalking you.”

My mouth went dry. “Stalking me? What do you mean stalking me?”

He gave a small smile, not creepy, just intense. “Don’t think I’m some weirdo. I know how it sounds. But I watched you. I wanted you. And when I saw your profile on the app tonight… I knew it was you. I had to have you.”

I shook my head fast. “This cannot work. You’re my best friend’s father. Amelia would kill me. This is so wrong.”

“So?” he cut in, locking eyes with me. “How is anyone going to know? You gonna kiss and tell?”

We just stared at each other for a long moment. His brown eyes were so captivating, deep and commanding. He was handsome, really handsome — tall, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, that quiet confidence that suddenly felt dangerous. And I was still so f*****g horny from everything that had happened. My p***y was throbbing, aching to be touched.

He reached out slowly and brushed his thumb across my lower lip, then my cheek, then tilted my chin up. His touch was gentle but possessive.

“The things I want to do to you, Kathy…” he murmured, voice dropping lower. “I want to whip that pretty ass until it’s red. I want to tie you up and use every toy in this room on you. I want to make you cry from how good it feels. If you’ll let me.”

My breath hitched. My n*****s were rock hard. I didn’t even think — I just dropped to my knees right there in front of him.

I reached for his belt, unbuckled it with shaky hands, and pulled his pants down. His c**k sprang out, thick and already hard. I wrapped my hand around it and took him into my mouth without hesitation. I sucked him deep, swirling my tongue around the head, bobbing my head fast and sloppy. He groaned and put his hand in my hair, guiding me but not forcing yet.

“Good girl,” he muttered. “That’s it.”

After a few minutes he pulled me off his c**k with a wet pop. “Enough. Get on the bench.”

He helped me up and led me to the padded bench in the center of the room. He had me lie on my back first. He took soft ropes and tied my wrists above my head to the headboard, then spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the sides so I was completely open and helpless. My p***y and ass were exposed, dripping and ready.

He picked up a vibrating wand from the shelf and turned it on high. The second it touched my c**t I cried out, hips jerking. He held it there firmly, watching my face as the strong vibrations made my legs shake.

“Oh f**k— that’s too much—” I moaned, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He smiled darkly. “You have a safe word, Kathy. It’s ‘red’. Say it and I stop immediately. Understand?”

I nodded fast, already panting. “Yes… I understand.”

He didn’t make me say it again. He kept the wand pressed hard against my c**t while he slid two thick fingers into my p***y, pumping them fast. I was crying out within seconds, pleasure crashing through me so intense it almost hurt. He added a third finger, stretching me, curling them against that spot inside that made me see stars.

I came hard the first time, screaming, my whole body jerking against the ropes. He didn’t stop. He kept the wand there, forcing me through the orgasm and straight into another one. My p***y squirted a little, soaking his hand and the bench.

He moved me next…. untied me and bent me over the bench, ass up. He tied my wrists behind my back and my ankles together, then picked up a flogger. The first few strikes were light, warming my ass. Then he got harder. The leather smacked against my skin, leaving red marks. Every hit made me moan louder.

“You like that?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yes… f**k…harder,” I begged.

He obliged, flogging my ass and the backs of my thighs until my skin was burning and bright red. Then he dropped the flogger and grabbed a thick dildo from the shelf. He shoved it deep into my p***y in one thrust and turned it on. The vibrations were insane. While it f****d me, he pressed a smaller vibrating plug against my asshole and slowly pushed it in.

I was crying out non-stop now, tears of pure pleasure running down my face. The double vibrations, the fullness, the way I couldn’t move — it was overwhelming. He f****d me with the dildo hard and fast while the plug buzzed in my ass. I came again, screaming so loud my throat hurt, my p***y gushing around the toy.

He kept going. He moved me to the St. Andrew’s cross, tying my wrists and ankles to it so I was spread out like an X, facing him. He used n****e clamps on me, the bite was sharp and perfect. Then he brought out a f*****g machine. He positioned it between my legs and lined up a thick ridged dildo. When he turned it on, it started slamming into my p***y at a steady, brutal pace.

“Oh my God— it’s too deep…” I sobbed, but my hips were trying to push back for more.

Mr. Cole stood in front of me, stroking his c**k slowly while he watched the machine destroy my p***y. He reached between my legs and rubbed my c**t at the same time. I came again, shaking violently, drooling a little from the intensity.

He never stopped. He changed positions over and over — tied to the chair with my legs forced open, bent over with my ass in the air while he used different toys, laid on the bed with my wrists tied to the headboard while he used a Hitachi on my c**t and f****d me with another dildo at the same time.

I lost count of how many times I came. I was crying, moaning, begging, but I never once said the safe word “red”. I didn’t want it to stop. My body was shaking, covered in sweat, my p***y swollen and dripping, my ass red from the flogging, but the pleasure was addictive.

Mr. Cole watched me the whole time with that dark, hungry look in his eyes, telling me how beautiful I looked when I fell apart for him.

I was completely at his mercy… and I loved every nasty second of it.