Half Naked Uni Zoom Call for Daddy

I had a crush on my prof. Maybe still have. Nothing wild, just the average admiration and adoration of a great teacher I would say. Maybe. Well, at first, it was mostly his emotional intelligence. He didn't treat us like a number in a system but valued our input in seminars. He supported our works, asked questions, challenged our minds without ever implying anything. Then, his intellect. Marvelous vocabulary, vast understanding of the greatest concepts and a humble approach to discussions that left you feeling confident and motivated for more. He's always making you feel comfortable and competent.

He was cute too. Mid to late thirties, kind eyes, a smile that shows a great mind with a little wit. A little bit of a dad bod, still fit though, and always dressed well. He knew his colors.

I liked his teaching style. It challenged me but left me feeling brighter and smarter each time. So of course I chose multiple of his classes, joint projects and even let him mentor me during my thesis. He brought out potential in me that longed to be seen. But he also left me blushing at little compliments. Made me feel safe and comfortable when I worried. Relieved me during stress. I liked it. It was innocent, I wouldn't act on it, but... I couldn't help it either.

My man knew that. I confessed to him some time ago, there was no hiding for how uplifted my prof made me feel with every interaction. How excited I got for every meeting, choosing more sophisticated outfits or submitting extra credit.

He wasn't jealous though, my man. He enjoyed. Toyed with it to watch me squirm and blush and used it to his advantage. No sex before my meetings, more cleavage on those days, more teasing touches when he knew I'd see my prof soon. Anything to already put me in a certain mood and headspace.

So it shouldn't have surprised me when he told me to take my panties off before my scheduled zoom call with my prof.

But it did.

My jaw dropped and I almost laughed at him in disbelief. "You want me to do what? The call starts in 5 minutes!"

He smirked. "I know."

His eyes provoked me and I shook my head. "That's more than inappropriate-"

"He won't even know. He won't see. If you don't blush like a tomato again, he won't even question anything. But you'll know. And I'll see." He raised his brows seductively.

I bit my lip and eyes my laptop on the table.

He took two more steps towards me and gently pushed a strand of a hair behind my right ear. "Will you be a good girl for me?" His voice was low and sweet.

I blushed and pushed my lower lip forward, then I looked away. I couldn't hold his eye contact. But being naked with my prof in a call was just too much, wasn't it?! Of course he wouldn't know but...

"What is it, baby? My good girl?" His thumb stroked over my cheek while he put his other hand on my hips, slowly sliding one finger just barely inside the waistband of my panties.

My lips pursed even more. He knew he had me.

He let the waistband snap against my skin and my eyes met his. Obedience and submission flooded my system and I melted into the stroke of this thumb on my cheek. Then I slowly pulled down my underwear until I stood there with just my sweater on.

I felt naked, a weird kind of naked with the air on my pussy.

"Good girl." He praised and I already blushed. I kneaded my fingers on front of me, contemplating still even though I already followed his instructions. But the logical and mature part of my brain hesitated.

My man gave me a soft kiss, then slapped my butt to shush me and gesture for me to get to the call. "Don't be late, babygirl."

I gulped and sat down on the chair, then clicked my way into the call. I pressed my legs together and felt the cushion of the chair against my bare ass. A trail of goosebumps hushed over my back and I tried to calm my breath, and the flush in my face, before I turned on the camera and muted myself.

Right as my profs video came into view, my man sat down at my right at the table.

My eyes fluttered to him and I raised my brows confused and suspicious.

'Don't mind me.' He mouthed towards me and I pressed my lips together with another deep breath, trying to focus on the call.

It was a group meeting, more of a debriefing. I didn't have to say much. Two people talked and explained things while I sat with my hands shoved under my thighs. My man's eyes stayed on me, wandering up and down my body. I could feel a squirm building up inside me.

My foot bobbed against the leg of my chair. Then my prof started explaining his part of the meeting and the window of his video took up most of my screen.

He wore a blue shirt that brought out his eyes and he'd paired it with a black jacket that made him look very serious and sophisticated, yet not too formal. He immediately began narrating the events and outlines of our project, backing it up with valuable insights and his way of talking made me smile a little. Then I pressed my lips together as the realization of my naked form pushed to the front of my head.

'Don't blush,' I told myself. But a little flush crept up my neck anyway.

I tried to focus. But it was almost impossible. My naked ass on the cushion reminded me of everything and I could feel a trail of arousal making its way through my body from the naughtiness of the situation. My pussy got wetter on her own. My profs voice filled the living room through the speaker. And he didn't know how inappropriately I sat in front of my laptop.

Meanwhile my man sat next to me, amused. I shot him a look but all he did was reach out his hand and slowly caress over my knee.

I trembled.

"Focus on the meeting, baby," he hushed. I gave him another look.

But I moved my eyes back to the screen, concentrated on what my prof explained and I tried to look as normal as possible while my legs felt warmer and weaker with every second. The warm hand on my knee didn't make things easier for me and I had to gulp a little noise when his hand traveled higher on my thigh.

I shot him another look.

I wished I could turn off the camera, but it was mandatory. My palms grew clammy under my thighs. His fingers edged higher and higher in slow, sensual circles and my breath spiked as well as my heart rate.

"Getting nervous...?" He teased and I just caught myself fast enough not to roll my eyes. His low voice continued, "All naked during a meeting with him?"

My nose flared, I bit on my tongue not to answer. I slapped his hand from my thigh and stared at my screen.

"Hey." His dominant tone warned me and I chewed on my lower lip as I tried to follow my prof in the meeting.

Warmth spread inside my body against my will and I could feel my mind fogging slowly but surely, unable to process the words coming out of my profs mouth about the project. I felt naughty and inappropriate, a shameful heat wave hushed over my face and I pressed my knees closer together as if I could hide my nakedness.

The hand landed back on my thigh.

I gave him a pleading look. But he smirked and pushed higher and higher until his stretched fingers caressed the inside of my thigh. I shuddered.

Arousal swelled up inside me, prickling along the skin touched by his fingers and traveling deep between my legs.

I took a steadying breath.

"... and that's why we have support in this matter from one of my students who studied the material in depth last year. You can introduce yourself briefly."

The fingers on my thigh kept circling and that tingle grew and grew, causing more wetness between my legs and a faint hint of sweat on my body.

"Just a quick introduction for the other colleagues." The friendly voice repeated with a smiling intonation.

Oh. OH. ME. I blushed heavily and unmuted myself. "Hi, yes, of course, I'm sorry." I stammered before introducing myself and outlining my past work in one sentence. Heat broke out in my body and his hand stayed steady on me, a warm weight to calm my nerves.

"Yes, that's enough for now already, thank you so much. As you can see she is more than qualified and will support the team with her expertise and experience on the matter. Now, about the schedule, ..."

My mind wandered off. I muted myself and let out a big breath, eyes moving to my side.

"Good girl, baby. Stay present." His hand gave me a squeeze and I gave him a tight, embarrassed smile.

The praise from my prof didn't make the situation better. It had ran down my spine like warm butter and turned my brain into jello. More than qualified, supportive, expertise,... I basked in the choice of his words and the warm smile he said it all with. There had been pride in his tone, I felt it. My chest swelled and I sat a little taller on the chair.

It was overwhelming really, to receive this difference in attention from the two men who made me feel like a good girl in so vastly contrasting ways. My nervous system seemed to flutter and I my heart knocked against my ribs.

The last minutes of the meeting were almost torture. That hand on my thigh traveled between them and no amount of squeezing kept his fingertips from caressing over my pussy. I had trouble keeping my eyes open and on the screen as the voices in my head just wanted to let out noise.

"... will be attached in the mail. Alright, then have a great rest of your day and we'll discuss the details next week!"

My eyes focused back and I politely smiled into the camera of my laptop. I typed a little "Thanks, you too!" in the chat before I logged off.

I closed my eyes and let out a huge breath, releasing all of the tension. But there was no time to calm down. The big hand on my thigh pushed my legs open and instantly, his fingertips rubbed over my clit.

I let out a big moan. "Babe-"

"No back-talking." He replied gruffly and pulled my chair closer to him.

I yelped and he kissed my neck, one hand cupping my head as the other rubbed over my clit. Then he growled into my ear. "You're are such a naughty girl, you're so fucking wet."

I whimpered desperately, almost as to make an excuse but there was none. Nothing I could say would make me look better. I was a naughty girl. So I kept quiet.

His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head with one swoop. Before he even there my shirt on the couch, his lips sealed around my nipple and sucked hard.

"Fuuck!" I moaned.

"Such a bad girl," he mumbled against my soft skin. I could just whimper in response as his fingers slipped between my legs again.

"Mmmm but you'll be my good girl again, won't you, baby?" He asked me with a seductive voice and my mind trailed off again, swimming away in an ocean of arousal.

"Up." One word, so much power.

I got up from the chair with a hazy look in my eyes. He took my laptop and moved it aside before his hands grabbed my neck and waist. He claimed me with a stormy kiss and I melted and moaned into his mouth, so weak for him. A swift motion of his hands turned me around before his pa,ms landed on my back and bent me over the table.

"Oh-" I yelped again, bracing myself with my hands.

Then his large palms slid down my body until he grabbed my ass. One foot kicked my feet apart and I followed his lead, spreading for him as I looked over my shoulder. I caught a glimpse of his smile before he crouched down behind me and pushed his face into my pussy.

"Aah fuck-" I sucked in a sharp breath and my head fell forward. I was embarrassed for a moment, for how wet that situation had made me, but his tongue licked up every drop of it and after 30 seconds that shame was gone. All I felt was pleasure.

He sucked and licked before pushing his tongue inside me all while his big hands held my cheeks apart. I didn't know left from right.

I heard a smack of his lips. "Fuck, this wet, heh? God, you're so sexy." His hand came down on my ass and I whimpered. Then I felt him get up behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing, but that's when his hard cock already slid inside my wet pussy. We both groaned. My eyes closed again, I was unable to hold them open.

No time wasted, he started fucking me hard. His hips slapped against mine in a fast rhythm that didn't leave me to catch a breath and his hands on my waist squeezed me. The sensation ran through my body and elicited even more pleasure and arousal.

"He might make you wet," he groaned between fast thrusts. Then he fucked me even harder. The table rattled beneath me. "...but he doesn't make you cum."

I moaned in response and nodded my head, hoping he could see that.

My knuckles turned white on the edge of the table and I pushed myself on my tiptoes to receive him better as his cock rammed into me.

"He. Doesn't. Fuck. You." Every word was accompanied by a hard thrust and followed by a breathless moan of mine.

"You're mine." He growled as a firm reminder, fingers digging deeper into my waist.

My eyes rolled back inside my head. His possessiveness activated every submissive bone in my body and I slacked under him. Every rough grip and thrust turned me into a bigger puddle.

I was a mess.

"Tell me, baby. Are you mine..?" He groaned and leaned in until I could feel his breath in the back of my neck.

I turned my head to the best of my abilities and nodded, searching for his eyes. "Yes, all yours." I panted. "Just yours."

"Mhmm that right, all mine, just my baby." My eyes rolled back again as his smooth voice licked over me. "And now cum for me... cum on my cock."

Pleasure rolled over me and it triggered the last bit I needed to fall over the edge. I came. My orgasm rippled through me with force and shook my body against the table. My pussy clamped around his cock.

Both of us moaned out and he buried himself so deep inside me I needed to gasp for air. My legs spasmed against his and I felt my feet shake form standing on my tiptoes. He gave me a few seconds to come back down to earth before slamming inside me again. Our skin slapped together and the table creaked with every forceful thrust. Pleasure exploded in my stomach again and he moaned into my ear, fucking faster and faster, I feared the table might give out.

His hands tightened around my waist almost painfully and it sent another jolt through my body. The pressure and reduced mobility fastened his dominance around me like a belt and I trembled with arousal. His breath came in strong and he kept his fast pace, hitting the same spot inside me over and over. I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me and made me tense and clench around his hard cock. He didn't slow down. His hips hit against my ass and the friction from his cock in my sensitive pussy sent shockwaves through me. I tried to stand but my knees weakened with every passing moment. His hands slid down from my waist and held on to my hips while he fucked into me hard and fast.

I heard his breath change, those moans filling the room, then his body collided with mine one last time. His cock pumped inside me and I felt the swell of everything, making me moan out once more. Wetness flooded me. His hands softened on my hips. I let myself fall on my feet.

His soft lips touched my shoulder and I felt his hot breath, instantly raising another trail of goosebumps on my skin, before he slowly pulled out of me. The emptiness made me whimper.

A palm connected with my ass, a smack and then patting me down. "What are you thinking now, babygirl?"

My entire brain formed a gigantic question mark. "Heh?" I breathed hard and stayed glued to the top of the table, too weak to even get up.

"Your pretty head, baby, what's it's thinking?" He asked again.

"Mmm? Nothing... just... mmph... you...." Two strong hands lifted my upper body from the surface and turned me around. I slipped my arms around his neck and buried my red face between his jaw and shoulder.

"That's what I thought... my good girl." He praised.

A small smile hushed over my lips. I nodded into the crook of his neck. "Shower..."

"Let's go," he kissed my forehead and my lips tenderly. Then his hand took mine and he pulled me into bathroom to wash off the filthy and naughty evidence of the day.