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STORY 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR
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2026-06-13 07:40:46
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Wet For Daddy PART 2: chapter 4 [Almost Caught]
**Robert Pov**I was lying on top of her, trying to catch my breath, my cock already softening inside the condom. She was running her fingers through my hair like I was a pet. Like I was hers. Which, I was realizing, I kind of was. "That was better," she said, and there was amusement in her voice. "You're learning." "I came too fast again," I said into her shoulder. "Yeah, you did. But at least you lasted longer than five minutes this time." She was teasing me, but not meanly. "You'll get better. With practice." I lifted my head to look at her. Her face was flushed. Her hair was a mess. She looked satisfied. "How much practice are we talking about?" She smiled, that smile that said she knew she had me completely hooked. "As much as you can handle." I pulled out carefully and got rid of the condom, then lay back down next to her. She was already on her phone, scrolling like she wasn't lying naked in bed with me. "So," I said carefully, "what is this? What are we doing
Wet For Daddy PART 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR[ Chapter 3]
The text came through on Tuesday while I was sitting in the library pretending to read. I was actually scrolling through my phone, wondering if Yara was thinking about me, when her message just... appeared. Yara: "Can't stop thinking about what you tasted like. We need to do that again. My place. Friday night. 8pm. Don't be late." I read it three times. Then I read it again. My cock responded immediately, like it had a mind of its own now. Like it understood that Yara was involved and it needed to stand at attention. I sat there in the library, pretending to look at my laptop while actually looking at that text message and trying not to get visibly hard in front of a hundred other students. The next three days were excruciating. I canceled my Friday office hours by claiming I had a migraine. It was technically a lie, but not entirely—I was getting a tension headache from the anxiety. I spent my lunch break at a pharmacy three towns over, buying condoms because I was terrified of
Wet For Daddy PART 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR[ Chapter 2]
I reached back and unhooked my bra. Let it fall. Then I slipped my underwear off and stood there completely naked in his office while he looked at me like I was a fever dream and he was trying to figure out if he was asleep."Do you fuck well?" I asked him point-blank."I—" he started, then stopped. He tried again. "I don't—""Just answer the question. Do you fuck well?"He swallowed hard. "I've never..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on my body like he couldn't look away if he tried.I stepped closer to him. "You've never what?""I've never had sex," he said quietly. "At all."Okay, so he was a virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin lecturer with a gorgeous face and a smart brain and apparently zero experience with anything physical.This was going to be fun."Good," I said. "Then you're not going to have any bad habits for me to work around. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to learn how to touch a woman. You're going to learn what feels go
Wet For Daddy STORY 2: DISVIRGIN MY INNOCENT PROFESSOR
The exam score was staring at me from my phone screen like a fucking insult. 87%. Second place. Not even close.I had never been second in my life. Not once. Not in high school, not in my first two years here at State, not ever. And now Robert Bruno—Robert who was way too young to be a lecturer, way too hot for his own good, way too fucking arrogant about the fact that he knew literally everything about Economics—had just publicly humiliated me in front of the entire class."Excellent work everyone," he'd said, that slight smile playing in his mouth while he reviewed the exam rankings projected on the screen. "Though I have to say, I'm disappointed." He'd looked right at me. "One student in particular showed a significant drop from their usual performance."The class had gone quiet in that way that meant everyone knew he was talking about me. I could feel their eyes. I could feel my face getting hot. And I could feel the rage building in my chest like a fucking volcano.The worst part
Wet For Daddy Our Happy Moment Together
Days blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hours just thinking. The conversations would start about nothing—"Did you pay the electric bill?"—and somehow end up back at the real stuff. How long it had been since we actually looked at each other. The small resentments that had piled up like dust in corners we pretended didn't exist.I caught myself watching him a lot. The way his forehead creased when he was thinking hard about something. The way his hands moved when he was trying to explain something that didn't have words yet. Like he was trying to grab smoke.Four days after the hotel, we ended up on the back porch with a bottle of red wine and nowhere else to be. The sky looked like it wanted to rain but hadn't committed yet. Dave p
Wet For Daddy The Weight Of What We Did
I woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's low hum and the muffled sound of the city waking up forty floors below.I turned my head on the pillow and saw Dave.He was already awake, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling like it was going to tell him something important. His eyes were unfocused, that thousand-yard stare men get when their brains are somewhere else entirely. One arm was stretched across his stomach, his hand half-curled against his own ribs. We were still sticky with last night—dried sweat and sex and the general messiness of two bodies that had done things they weren't sure about yet.I watched him for maybe a minute without moving. The stubble on his jaw. The way his chest rose and fell. The small scar on his sh
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