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soft velvet came before she could
answer, and the older man took such delight in the little stings he
inflicted, licking his lips anxiously.
    Gasping, she struggled, though it was mostly for his benefit. The
flogger brought her blood to the surface, but did little actual harm.
Her head tilted up and she knew she was ruining her carefully styled
hair.
    “Daddy?” she asked in such a sweet, innocent tone.
    His hand came up, cupping one of her large breasts, stroking the
side of it. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie,” he implored,
“daddy needs this.” The strikes came again, then across
her mons, skirting her quim. It was a tease more than anything, but
the older ‘father’ took such delight in it, bringing its
lashes against her breasts once even.
    They stung, but only when stricken the right way, yet she gasped
as if each one were painful, her body squirming underneath his gaze.
She could smell her own arousal growing thick in the air, and her
breathing quickened. Her breasts were so large, and the way the last
strike glanced against her nipple brought wetness to her eyes, yet
she wanted more.
    “It hurts,” she moaned, hoping that he’d
understand it was a ruse.
    He hesitated then stroked her breast, “Hush darling, daddy
just needs a bit more.”
    Taking his hand away he gave her teat such a tender touch then
tweaked the nipple before striking her across those large breasts
again. The velvety torture going on and on until he tossed it aside,
looking overcome with desire. “Daddy needs you, sweetie,”
he said in his lust laden voice, pulling his shirt off and undoing
his pants. The silver haired professor exposing his stiff cock before
her as he climbed atop the bed.
    She was shocked by how worked up he’d become, and understood
just how deeply his desire for her—or for this—ran. She
couldn’t help but wonder if there had been others, pupils
before her that he’d brought back here. The thought turned her
stomach at the same time that it excited her nipples to hardened
peaks, her skin so much more sensitive after his lashing.
    Eva tugged her bindings once more, feeling the muscles begin to
tighten along her thighs as she looked up at him.
    He was as appealing of an older gentleman without his clothes on
as with, his member a decent heft as it throbbed so fully. Taking
hold of her two thighs he positioned himself between then bent over
her, kissing at her large breast, then the other. He licked the areas
so recently stung by the velvet lashes, suckled her teat, and then
moved up to her neck, muttering softly as his cock pressed against
her quim, “Daddy needs you so very badly, darling.” All
the while palming and squeezing her large breasts, revelling in their
supple feel.
    A gasp filled the air, and Eva tried to suck in the breath.
Something about the way his tongue felt against the sensitive flesh
was driving her wild, and her nerves were tingling with anticipation.
She tried to move, to embrace him, and was once more reminded of her
helplessness.
    “What if mom comes in?” she asked softly, and her
entire body flushed with desire. Locked up and helpless, she could do
nothing to hide her shame from him, nor his wife should she burst in,
and the thought obviously thrilled her.
    The grinding feel of her professors cock against her cunt was
maddening as he worked her teats. When finally he broke from them and
kissed her lips so firmly he spoke to her in a lusty voice, “She’ll
never get in the way of us again, sweetie. Daddy needs you too badly
to ever give you—give this—up again.”
    Gregory Sinclair shifted, stabbing his ruddy, needful cock into
her, piercing her slick, puffy labia with a sharp thrust. He let out
a loud, lusty groan of satisfaction at feeling her all around him, so
warm and gratifying.
    In return she gasped, her own desire and need not at all stymied
by her tryst earlier that day. She wanted him, and the reward of
feeling his dick fill her erased all other thoughts from her