Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 130: PDS - 130 - Why hit a schoolgirl with a ruler if you cna slap her with a cock?

While Hope bobs on my cock, Katie reaches down, grabs the hem of her skirt, and bunches it up to her waist, exposing her bare cunt. One hand slides up her outer thigh, caressing, while the other cups her breast through the blouse.

"That’s enough." I grip her hair and shove her down. She gags, her eyes flying wide.

"You wanted extra credit?" My voice drops. "Earn it."

I hold her there until her throat relaxes around me. Then I start moving — firm, unhurried, unmistakably in control. "That’s it. Keep sucking. Keep licking. Don’t stop until I say so."

Hope complies, whimpering, and for a moment I lose myself in the scene and think that she is indeed forced into it — a genuine innocent schoolgirl trembling around my cock. Then I glance down and notice a small puddle of juice forming on the floor below her.

Ha! That’s my kitten!

While I have received plenty of blowjobs from my baby princess, this one makes me harder than ever.

When I let her up, she gasps for air, drool running down her chin.

"You’re a natural, Miss Lawrence. Now try again. This time, no hands."

She drops her hands to her sides and opens her mouth.

Katie unbuttons Hope’s blouse from behind, exposing her tits, then starts talking low and filthy into her ear while my once-again-only-for-today innocent little slut keeps vacuuming my hard fleshy cock.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it, you little slut? Love being on your knees for your professor. Love having your cunt on display while you choke on his cock."

Hope moans around me, her hips grinding against nothing.

"Look at you," Katie continues, her voice alternating between sweet and venomous. "Such a diligent student. So eager to please. But we both know what you really are, don’t we? A cock-hungry little whore who’d spread her legs for a gold star."

I pull Hope off my cock by her hair. She gasps, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.

"On the bed. On your back. I want to see those innocent eyes while I fuck you."

She moves slowly, like a prisoner walking to the gallows. Sits on the edge, then lies back, her legs pressed together, her hands covering her face in shame. She doesn’t spread. She stares at the ceiling through her fingers, breathing shallow.

I climb onto the mattress, settle between her thighs. "Open."

She shakes her head. A tiny, barely visible motion.

I slap her thigh. She jumps, a whimper escaping.

"I won’t tell you again, Miss Lawrence."

Her legs part. Slow. Reluctant. Her eyes are wet, fixed on the ceiling, her hands still covering her face.

I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. I position my dick so my cockhead presses against her smooth cuntlips.

"Look at me."

She doesn’t. I grip her chin with my free hand and turn her face toward mine.

"I said look at me."

Her eyes meet mine — wide, glassy, scared. Perfect.

I let go of her face and grab my dick with my hand, lining it up and pressing lightly against her lovely tight pussy. I tremble in excitement, remembering that my dick is way bigger than when I first fucked her. Ohhh, this is gonna hurt, honey, but don’t worry, it will hurt only you...

"Good girls don’t get fucked, Hope. But bad girls..." I slam myself in. She screams, her body arching from the tearing pain as she tries futilely to free her arms from my grip. "Bad girls get rewarded."

I hold there, buried to the hilt, watching her face crumble and reform.

Katie climbs onto the bed behind her, grabbing her arms in my stead and shifting her head into her lap, stroking her hair. "Shh, sweetheart. Just breathe. You’re doing so well."

"I don’t — I can’t — " Hope replies as tears flood her eyes and streak down her cheeks.

"Yes, you can. You’re being so brave." Katie’s voice is honey. "Just lie still and let the professor do his work."

I move. Slow at first, shallow thrusts that make her gasp and whimper. She doesn’t moan. She takes it, her body rigid, her breath hitching with every stroke.

"That’s it," I murmur. "Take it. This is what detention feels like."

Then I speed up. Harder. Her whimpers turn into choked cries.

The headboard knocks against the wall.

"You feel that?" I growl, dropping the gentleness. "Feel my cock splitting your virginity open? This is what happens to little girls who don’t follow the rules."

Tears slip down her cheeks.

Katie wipes them with her thumb, still stroking her hair, still cooing. "You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. Just let it happen."

I pick up the pace, driving into her with steady, deliberate thrusts. Her choked cries shift — something else bleeding in beneath the pain. Her hips start moving, small involuntary rolls meeting mine.

"That’s it," I growl. "Feel it. Let it build."

Her cuntwalls start fluttering around me, impossibly tight — that Pill of Restoration did its work perfectly, shrinking her back to a tightness my original 6-inch self would have fit, but my current 7-inch, 5.5-girth cock has to fight for every inch of space.

Her breath catches, her back arches, and she comes — a shattered cry tearing from her throat as her body convulses around my cock.

I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, chasing my own, and when I feel her second orgasm ripple through her, I bury myself deep and empty my batter cistern inside her.

She shudders through it, whimpering as my cock spews jet after jet inside her freshly restored pussy. When I am finally done, I stay buried for a long moment, watching her face — tear-streaked, flushed, fucked-silly.

Katie kisses her forehead. "Perfect. You were perfect."

I stand up from the bed, my cock still glistening.

She helps Hope sit up slowly. The girl is dazed, her eyes glassy, her thighs slick. Katie strokes her hair, then takes her chin gently and turns her face toward me.

"You’re not done yet, sweetheart. On your knees."

Hope slides off the bed, her legs unsteady, and lowers herself to the floor in front of me. Her skirt is still bunched around her waist, her blouse hanging open, her chest heaving.

"Clean your professor’s cock," Katie says softly. "With your tongue. Gently."

Hope leans forward. Her tongue extends, tentative at first, then bolder — dragging along the underside of my shaft, lapping up the mixture of her own blood and my cum. She takes her time, her eyes half-closed, her breath warm against my skin.

"When you’re done," Katie murmurs, "kiss his testicles. Gently hold them."

Hope cups my balls with one hand, cradling them like something precious, and presses her lips to each one in turn. Soft. Reverent.

Then she raises her head. Her eyes meet mine — still innocent, still wet, still that perfect schoolgirl look.

"Now thank your professor," Katie says softly. "Thank him for his discipline."

Hope holds my gaze. "Thank you, Professor, for your discipline."