by Candy Quinn
He frowns at me. "Why do you need to see me?"
"Daddy," I whisper, swinging my hips as I slowly walk towards his desk. "Don't you miss me, daddy? Because you know, I miss you very much."
He looks at me as I stop on the other side of his desk, right in front of him. There are two armchairs behind me. I take a seat in one of them, making sure that my short skirt lifts up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my panties beneath. His eyes flicker as he does. Oh, he wants me just as much as I want him, I can tell. I just need to find out what is keeping him.
"Are you avoiding me, daddy?" I ask, looking at him ever so innocent.
He clears his throat and pulls his eyes away from my tanned legs and the dangerously short skirt.
"Brittany, this is my work place," he whispers. "Show a little respect."
"I respect you, daddy," I say. "But I also miss you. You have been running from me all summer."
He looks at me with a stern face. I catch his gaze, looking straight into his strict eyes as I slowly graze along my inner thigh with the tip of my fingers until I reach the hem of my skirt. He gulps, but doesn't take his eyes away from me.
"Don't you want me anymore, daddy?" I ask as I let my fingers wander back and forth on my naked skin. "I though you said I was yours now."
He shakes his head. "Brittany, what we did was wrong. I should not have done it and I should not have said what I said. It never should have happened."
Is he freaking kidding me? That coward!
I try not to let him see how mad his words have made me, but my insides are raging. However, I am not convinced. I know he wants to fuck me again. I can see it in his eyes, in his trembling hands and the little drops of sweat that run along his right temple as he tries to contain himself, that little pervert. He has the hots for his little girl, his stepdaughter. And I will show him just how much he wants it. I have an idea, how.
"What about my mother?" I ask. "Do you know what she is up to right now?"
* * *
I can see the impact of my words on him immediately. He practically flinches as if I had given him a slap in the face. Oh god, how much I would want him to do that to me. To grab me, take me and spank me for being the tease I am. I need to tickle it out of him. I want him to explode, right now, right here. I glance at his dark wooden desk, imagining myself bent over on it, brutally fucked by his massive cock. This needs to happen.
"She is still seeing that other guy, isn't she?" I keep pressing.
He looks at me through narrow eyes, but doesn't give me a reply.
"Why is it okay for her to fuck around, daddy?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, gently swinging my legs back and forth, but still keeping them closed. For now. "And you can't have what you want?"
"What your mother does is none of your business, Brittany," he hisses.
"Are you even still together?" I ask. "She's fucking another guy and you practically moved away, hiding behind your desk. Daddy, you deserve to get laid just as much as she does."
I lean back a little more, sinking down in my chair and seductively open my legs. I make sure he gets a good view of my panties as I reach below my skirt, softly touching myself through the fabric.
His breathing changes and he slightly opens his mouth as he watches me play with myself. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an impressive bulge showing below his jeans, hidden by the wooden desk that is shielding my view from his lap.
"And I think so do I," I add. "I have been a good girl, daddy. I am a college girl now, just like you wanted. And my tight little pussy gets so wet, thinking about what my daddy did to me last time we were here."
He stares at me, boiling with lust and disgust. "You little slut..."
"Just for you, daddy," I whisper. "I am your little slut. Look what you do to me."
I spread my legs as far as possible. Granting him a perfect view of my center. I can feel my panties sticking to my wet skin as I graze over the fabric with the tips of my fingers. Even to me, it is overwhelming how much the thought of him turns me on.
He stares between my legs, following my finger's movement and longing to dive between in there, I am sure. But he is not ready to admit it, to say it out loud. Why on earth is he being so stubborn?
"Do you like what you see, daddy?" I ask, seductively swinging my right leg back and forth as I continue to rub my folds through the fabric of my soaked panties. "Do you want to see more?"
Again, his eyes narrow and he looks at me, furious.
"Brittany," he hisses. "This is truly not the right time, nor the right place to-"
"So, there is a right place and time for this?," I interrupt him. "You still want me, daddy?"
He sighs and starts massaging his temples on both sides. "That's not what I'm saying, Brittany. This is wrong-"
"And so delicious," I interject. I use my index finger to slowly move the fabric of my panties to the side, exposing my naked center to his eyes. There is a faint slick sound as I start rubbing my clit that is glistering with wetness.
"Can you see it?," I ask, looking up at him as I continue to play with myself. "Can you see how wet I am for you, daddy?"
He gulps noisily.
A sudden knock on the door disrupts my seductive play. His eyes widen in shock.
"Cover up!" He hisses at me, while I look back at him with a naughty smile, removing my hand from between my legs and closing them ever so slowly.
Mike looks at me, shaking his head helplessly. He makes sure that I am decent before he finally grants the intruder with a reply.
"Yes, please," he yells towards the door, his voice hoarse and shaky.
The door opens and I turn around to see who had the nerves to interrupt me and my stepdaddy's first alone time in forever. It is a colleague, another teacher.
"Oh, I am sorry," he says as he notices me. "I didn't know you were busy."
"It's okay," Mike says. "We're done here, aren't we, Brittany?"
He looks at me. There's a threat in his eyes, a sexy threat. I look back at him, still with that naughty smile he hates so much.
"Yes, sir," I whisper, licking my fingers with relish in a quick movement only visible to his eyes. "Thank you very much."
His eyes flicker. I know he cannot get up and properly dismiss me - or greet the intruder. I don't need to see his lap to know that his cock is about to explode.
I get up and fix my skirt before I finally leave the office, leaving my horny stepdad behind with one of his oblivious coworkers.
That should do it. That should give him more than enough reason to punish me. I cannot wait.
* * *
I continue to linger in that hallways of his department any chance I can get. Of course, I have to make sure to not miss too many of my classes. I don't want to get in trouble with my own teachers during my first month of college. Who knows what the future holds, after all.
It's easy for me to keep up in class and I was smart enough to make friends with other students, who show up in class more regularly than I do and are happy to share their notes with me. It's all about being smart, and that does not only mean attending class and doing your homework on time. Just like in real life, it is all about making the right connections and cleverly invest your time and strength. I have known this for a long time. Yet, I can't mess it up by skipping class too often and and get on the wrong side with my teachers. They still need to see my face once in a while and not get suspicious.
My stepdad however appears to have seen enough of me for a while. He continues hiding from me, or at least that's what I think is happening. I have knocked on his door twice and even approached him in the hallway once, but he was talking to two of his students and rudely sent me away when I tried to talk to him. Apparently, my little intermezzo in his office was not enough to truly awaken his hunger for me and make it win over any anxiety or frustration he might have with me. Damn.
There is only one way left. I need to be around him more often, and I need a good excuse to be closer to him. I ne
ed to take one of his classes.
"It is a bit late to sign up for a new class at this point," my counselor lets me know when I approach him with my request. "And in a different department even. Why don't you just collect your credits with the classes you have picked so far and wait until the next semester? It'll be a lot easier then, and you won't have missed that much."
I shake my head. "But I really would like to get an idea now! Waiting for the next semester seems like wasting time to me."
"I don't think you will be able to get credits for the class at this point..."
"That's okay!," I say. "I don't need credit for now. I just want to sit in and listen. It might help me to decide whether I want to change majors or not."
He raises his eyebrows. "Well, if it's not about getting extra credits and it doesn't interfere with any of your other classes, I guess there should be no problem. But talk to the lecturer first."
I smile. "Yes, sure. I will do that."
Mike looks anything but pleased when he sees me standing up at the front of class next to his little desk.
"How can I help you?" He asks as he places his notes on the desks, not looking at me once. He acts as if we don't even know each other. I actually feel hurt.
And I have even dolled myself up as good as I can, trying to look my absolute best for him. I am wearing a white blouse, leaving it partially unbuttoned so he can get a little peek of my perky cleavage when I lean over. And a dark skirt, short, but not as risky as the ones I have worn before. It doesn't need to be super short to catch his attention, I know that. It is more about proving to him that I can be classy if need be - but a skirt, no matter its length, always leaves the option of inviting him in, not matter the place or situation.
"I would like to sit in your class, sir," I say, emphasizing the 'sir' at the end to catch his attention. It works. He finally looks at, frowning, but at least he is looking at me.
"I know it's too late to get any credit," I add, smiling at him. "But I'd really like to get an idea of what you are teaching here. It might help me to decide whether I should be changing majors."
"Since when do you have any interest in Economics, you little brat?" He whispers, so softly that only I can hear it.
I wink at him. "Haven't you always told me that it would be the smartest choice to make?"
I leave a little pause before I lean closer to him an softly, very softly add: "Daddy."
He flinches and looks at me as if he is about to explode. With anger, not lust. Sadly. But that will change. It is only a matter of time.
"Alright, Brittany," he hisses. "Join my class, do whatever you want. But be quiet - and don't you dare calling me daddy in here one more time."
I nod. "Yes, sir."
"That is not necessary either," he remarks as I turn around and make my way to one of the empty seats in the front row. It is a smaller lecture hall than I expected. There is only room for about fifty students and only two thirds of the seats are taken. As usual, the front rows show to be among the least popular.
I spot a free seat next to a cute looking guy. Upon seeing his handsome but boyish face, my mind comes up with a new idea on how to catch my stepdad's attention.
"Is this seat free?" I cheerily ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
The guy, who has been busy studying his notes, looks up at me in surprise.
"Sure." He nods.
I take my seat, scooting over a bit closer than necessary. He notices my unusual proximity, but doesn't say anything about it.
"I'm Brittany," I say, softly tapping his arm. "And you are...?"
"Jake," he says, smiling at me. He appears a bit confused, but not displeased. Good.
"I am new to this class," I add. "Do you think you could help me a bit? To catch up, I mean."
"Yeah, sure," he says, sliding his notes a bit closer to me so I can have a look at them. "I don't know if this is of much help, but this is what we have done last week. And the week before. It's all pretty introductory, nothing too complicated, you know."
I lean over, pretending to study whatever he has written on his papers while making sure that he gets a little glimpse down my cleavage. And sure enough, I catch him peeking.
"Ah, interesting," I whisper, leaning even closer to run along his notes with the tip of my finger. "You have a really nice handwriting," I compliment him, looking up at him, a hint of adoration showing on my face.
He chuckles and runs one of his hands through his blonde hair in embarrassment. "Yeah right, whatever."
What a silly boy. So predictable. I couldn't be less interested.
What does interest me however, is whether Mike is looking at us. I cast a quick look over to him at the front of the class. And I catch him. He moves his eyes away as soon as they meet mine, but I know he has been looking. I know he has seen me lean over to this boy and offering him a look at something that my stepdad has declared his just a few weeks ago.
And I know he can see my legs beneath my table. As soon as he looks back at us - which I am sure he will do - he will see me opening my thighs. Just like I did in his office. But today, while I did opt for a longer skirt, I did not bother to put any panties on.
I slowly move my knees away from each other, only a little bit at first, while I continue to flirt with that Jake-boy next to me. Class is about to start. And I want my stepdad to be unable to get up from his desk and teach while standing, exposing the effect that seeing his little girl's naked sex has on him.
* * *
"Oh, this looks quite complicated to me," I whisper to Jake. "You must be quite smart to call this stuff easy."
Again, he is flattered by my words, but shakes his head. "Nah, it's really not that bad. If you want, I can help you with it."
I look at him with big eyes, sporting a delighted smile on my face.
"Oh, really?" I beam at him. "That would be so nice of you, Jake!"
I make sure to softly graze his upper arm with my left tit as I turn around and reach back down to my bag, fetching a pen and some notepaper.
He doesn't move away, but welcomes my touch. Boys like him are so easy, too easy for my taste.
"Here's my number," I whisper as I write down a phone number. It's a fake number, not my own. This is just for show, after all. I can fell my stepdad's eyes on me as I slide the piece of paper over to Jake, simultaneously opening my legs a little wider.
I'm pretty sure he can see it now. The thought of my stepdad catching a glimpse of my naked sex makes me shiver with lust.
Jake appreciatively grabs the paper with my alleged number on it and smiles at me triumphantly. 'Score' is written all over this naive boy's face. "Cool, thanks."
I giggle. "Why do you thank me? You're the one who offered to help me, remember?"
He blushes. "Uh, sure!"
I turn around to the front, once again catching Mikes eyes on me. But this time, he doesn't look away. Instead, his eyes move back and forth between my face - and my lap beneath the table. I notice him taking an extra deep breath as I lower myself, exposing more of my nakedness only for his eyes to see. He faintly shakes his head, narrow eyes piercing through me. Oh, he is mad alright. And aroused, I can tell.
"Okay, settle down!" He raises his voice, addressing the class with his intense look still on me. "Let's get started."
I don't give him a break for the entire lesson. Just as I expected, he is not able to get up from behind his desk. He does it once, because he has to write something on the whiteboard behind himself, but he makes sure to move his back to the class as much as possible, slouching and quickly returning behind his desk when he is finished.
The thought of him enduring a hard one while teaching a bunch of unsuspecting students only edges me on. I alternate between subtly flirting with my seatmate, who obviously enjoys my attention, and opening and closing my legs in intervals. Mike glances over to us again and again, never sure whether to expect me sitting with my legs wide open, my glistening center exposed to him, or catching my tapping Jake's ar
m, pretending to ask a question or just to have a look at his script, as I don't have one in front of me.
Once in a while, our eyes meet and I use the chance to seductively place my pen between my lips, licking the tip of it while my stepdad has to fight with all his strength to maintain his composure.
Eventually, he demonstratively looks at his wristwatch. There's still a few minutes left, but not one of the students complains as he dismisses us early for the day.
"Let's finish here," he concludes. "Starting with a new chapter doesn't make sense at this point anyways."
As soon as he has said it, people around me start packing their stuff. I sit back up, crossing my legs.
"I have a little time now," I hear Jake next to me. "Would you maybe like to grab a coffee? We could go over the stuff from today together."
"I'm sorry, I'm busy," I reply without looking at him. "Maybe another time."
He clears his throat. "Sure. Well, see you next week then?"
I turn around to him and nod politely. "Yeah, next week. Bye."
He leaves the lecture hall, as do most others. I remain on my seat, my legs crossed, observing Mike as he packs his own stuff. He takes his sweet time, but when he is finally done, he lifts his head, frowning when he realizes that I am still there. But just for a moment. He looks around, watching the remaining students as they chat and collect their things. There is only a handful left of them, but enough for him to still be cautious.
I smile when he looks back at me, determination showing on his edgy face.
"You," he says, pointing at me. "I'd like to have a few words. In my office. Now."
Perfect.
He doesn't say a word, doesn't even look at me as I tag along next to him. My insides are in commotion. We pass through herds of students who are hurrying to their next class, happily chatting, not suspecting a thing and paying little to no attention to one of their professors leading a first-year student to his office. Of course, there's nothing weird about it.
