Page 13 of Dean Daddy

“I’ll be quick,” he moves his hands to my shoulders and pushes down on me. “On your knees, little one.”

I drop to my knees and watch as he opens his zipper and pulls out his cock. He strokes it with one hand and grabs both of my wrists with the other lifting my arms above my head and holding them there.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” he orders me.

I’m worried that he won’t fit and I don’t want to disappoint him, but it feels kind of dirty and that’s turning me on. My core clenches as I part my lips and take the tip in my mouth. He closes his eyes, draws in a deep breath, and lets it out while simultaneously sliding a bit further Into my mouth. His girth causes my jaw to stretch to its limit, and I almost choke.

“Relax, baby. I promise not to hurt you,” he must see the fear in my eyes.

Having my hands secured with one hand, he places the other on the back of my head and holds me in position as he feeds me about half of his erection. I close my eyes and try to imagine how he must feel, and the idea that I can give him pleasure lights a fire inside me. All I want to do is make him happy. Maybe the old cliché is true and I feel this way because I grew up without the approval of a father, but I don’t care.

Mason makes me happy and I trust him. I’d do anything to please him.

“Stay with me, baby girl. Open your eyes,” he tells me, snapping me back to reality. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

After just a few more thrusts, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, closing his eyes and grunting. I watch in amazement as his juices shoot out and coat his hand.

“What a nice way to start my first day,” I smile.

“There’s still time. I could return the favor,” he says, helping me to my feet.

“I didn’t do you a favor. I like making you feel good,” I blush. “Now, I think I’d better get things rolling. I need to start earning a paycheck.”

“Alright, let me put myself together and I’ll introduce you to your assigned instructor.”

* * *

Professor Smith isa small-statured elderly man with wisps of thin white hair that fall over his eyes. He has a nice smile and I instantly feel welcome. We chit-chat between classes, and I give him a rundown of my educational qualifications, but his Chemistry Two students begin filtering into the room before I can learn anything about him.

I sit beside his desk and listen intently to his lecture. He’s engaging and I’m excited that I’m going to actually enjoy this class. If he puts this much preparation and enthusiasm into the rest of his courses, it will be a fantastic semester. I look up from my notebook and scan the faces of the students to see if they’re as enthralled as I am.

It’s no surprise that most of them are quickly jotting down notes so they don’t miss what’s going on at the front of the class. Most of them but not the tall, well-built young man seated across from me in the front row. He captures my gaze and smiles. I feel like an animal caught in a trap. I nod back at him and drop my gaze back to my notebook, but I can feel his eyes on me. Each time I look up, he’s looking at me.

Class ends and I hang back, waiting for the students to leave the classroom so I don’t come face to face with my new admirer, but he takes my solitude as an invitation and walks back into the room blocking my exit.

“Where did you come from?” he asks, looking me up and down.

“I’m new to the area,” I look for any possible way around him but he takes up the entire doorway.

“So then you must need somebody to show you around, right? We can start with the local hotspots. Let me take you for a drink tonight,” he licks his lips.

“No, thank you. I’m involved with someone,” I stammer.

“We don’t have to tell him,” he chuckles.

“Thank you, but I’m really not interested. I need to get to class, so…”

“Wow, I’m just trying to be nice here. You don’t have to act like I have a disease or something,” he frowns.

“I’m not. I just have to go,” I say.

“At least let me give you a hug to show that there aren’t any hard feelings.”

“No, thank you. You’re making me uncomfortable, so can you please move out of the way?”

“Are you always this much of a bitch?” he folds his arms and continues to block the exit.

“Let me go,” I stand firm but he’s beginning to frighten me.

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