CHAPTER SEVEN
After what happened in David's office, I hadn't seen him since. Of course I hadn't, as I only saw him once a week for class. I was sure I could change that, but had to wait at least a week before I worked up the courage to ask David for his contact details (specifically what number I would have to dial to get that kind of orgasm again).
I was a little worried about the Dublin girl contacting someone to dob us in, so thought it better to not mention what had happened to anyone in an effort to not incriminate myself further should anyone already be suspicious. I wanted what happened to happen again and knew that if we were not allowed to do this, if I dobbed him in inadvertently, it wouldn't happen again.
So I kept quiet, and I kept my ear to the ground. In my own life I had enough to do as well, with emailing people from my college back home and getting an answer about how to change majors.
It took my college a bit long to respond than I would have thought, so in the meantime while I was waiting I would keep myself busy with life here in beautiful Ireland, and try not to think too hard about what I was going to do when I did transfer my major: how much longer I would have to study I didn't know, and how much trouble I would be in with my disappointed family I also didn't know the extent of yet.
I sighed, I got on with it. I had plenty to do here in Ireland to keep me busy.
My weeks were full of going to classes and taking notes and my weekends were filled with exploring, time with friends and partying in Galway's famous pubs.
As an international student, I swore I partied more than I had back in the states, which is amazing as we have frat parties (which girls are always invited to attend) and tones of college parties because our drinking age is higher than here and you can't get into bars until much later.
The Irish start drinking in bars at eighteen, and even before that they are allowed into pubs when they're younger and allowed to have a drink with a meal. So progressive, these Europeans.
The weekend after I hooked up with my professor I would throw myself into partying harder than usual. I got wicked drunk with Sammy and a bunch of international students who could never understand Sammy's Irish accent. We started at one of the girls' houses then went to a pub. The pub was a pub for locals rather than tourists and I got my drink on with my friends, having a laugh.
Of course, some of the international students were joking about how we should go to the tourist bars near Shop Street and I can hang out with some Americans.
"No! I've had enough of spending time with my own! I went on a tour last weekend, there was so many!" I cried drunkenly
"So many what?" Sammy asked, knowing full well what I had meant.
"So many Americans! I don't want to share the title of American! I want to be the only one!" I told her over the loud noise in the pub.
Sammy was shaking her head at me, "You can't be the only one, this is Galway!" She told me.
I sighed and shook my head right back at her, "I came to see Ireland, and instead I am seeing Ohio!" I told her, trying to suppress the giggles that wanted to tumble from my body.
"Well, can you think of something better to do then?" She asked me.
I could. I really could think of something better to do, and I had been pushing the thought from my mind since we arrived but my loose tongue failed me, "Do you know where The Sexy Professor lives?" I asked, mock-innocently, "I wouldn't mind, doing that." I said with a small drunken wink.
Sammy laughed and pushed me away lightly, but when I persisted in wanting to know where he lived she asked me, "You really want to go visiting, don't you?"
Nodding my head I got a little closer to her ear so I could be heard only by her, "Yes. I would like to go visiting." I told her.
Sammy shook her head at me then looked around to check that no-one was listening before leaning in to tell me, "I know where he lives, but, if you go there he'll probably turn you away."
"Why would he do that?" I asked her.
Sammy's eyes were searching my face. She made a look of recognition before giving me a little nod and asking for my phone.
She programmed his address into a ride-sharing app I used. It wouldn't cost me much to get there. I nodded at the phone then when I looked up to see Sammy, she was already gone. I looked around and saw all the international students busy with their conversations and wandered outside to wait for my car.
I was going to see him, tonight. I was excited already. The butterflies in my tummy were already doing backflips.
When the car pulled up, I almost jumped out of my skin to climb in.
I couldn't believe my luck, that my friend knew where to find him and I wouldn't need to wait an entire week between seeing him now. It sucked that I had to wait and I didn't want to do that anymore. I was tired of waiting, of always being on the outside looking in. Now I was going to his house, I had access. I could just walk right in and take whatever I wanted. I knew it was him who I wanted to take me though.
When the car arrived I climbed out and strode up to the front door. Knocking loudly I took a small step back so I wouldn't be right in the face of whoever answered.
It was only then as I stood there that I felt the weight of what I was doing. Here I was, standing on the doorstep of the man who I liked so much, but who I really shouldn't. Of the man who didn't even give me his address.
It hit me then how weird it would seem to him when he opened the door to find me here, but I didn't have too long to think about that before he answered.
Houses in Ireland are small and it didn't take the sexy professor long to come to the door from wherever he had been inside the house.
When the door swung open, there he was, standing there looking as surprised as I know I would if the situation were reversed and it was him who showed up at my doorstep unannounced. He was in a satin robe and slippers. I was dressed up for a night on the town, in heavy make up with a little black dress on.
"What are you - why are you here?" He asked, the shocked look on his face never leaving him.
"I um, I wanted to come to see you." I told him.
"Yes, but how-?" He broke off and looked me over, "You must be freezing." He said looking at my body shaking from the cold, Goosebumps risen on every part of exposed skin, and I had just gotten out of a car too. I can only imagine how bad it would have been if I had chosen to walk here.
"I came by car." I told him by way of explenation before quickly throwing in a request, "Can I come in? It's really cold out here!"
At my words, David nodded and I skirted around him to get inside.
All Irish homes (or at least the ones I had been in) had a similar layout. All the rooms where you would take visitors would be downstairs then the private rooms (for the family, like bedrooms) were upstairs.
So, like any good intruder, I made myself comfortable in the rooms downstairs. I figured I was already here without invitation, so I should play it up. If I acted like this was normal, maybe he wouldn't ask me too many questions before delivering me some more of those 'man about the town' orgasms.
I was keen for more orgasms like the one he had already given me. Of course I was!
I walked in and found the kitchen. David had followed me there and was giving me a confused look as I asked, "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
In that sexy accent, David answered, "Well that depends."
"On what?" I asked.
"If you're going to tell me how you know where I live." He told me earnestly, "It's not public knowledge, so far as I know."
I nodded. That was fair, besides, I had a few questions of my own around how this man's address had been known to my friend. I felt plenty more sober since the bar where she had typed his address in my phone and I had taken it without question.
"It's not, I hope." I agreed with him.
We were facing one another now, in what was a very modern kitchen. This was a very nice home, even if it was a little small by American standards (it was normal by Irish standards).
David's presence was commanding, it made me want to give everything away, and I fought not to, but in the end the words came tumbling out of my mouth, "My friend Sammy told me where to find you."
"Sammy?" David asked, his face a little confused at first, but then something registered and he nodded, "Okay. So she sent you here. Did she know about what happened then?" He asked, his voice hard.
"No." I told him honestly, "She didn't."
"If she didn't know, then why did she give you my address?" He asked.
I was searching his face for something, but didn't find it. "I asked for it. She knows I like you. Besides, how does she even know where you live? Are you friends - or something?"
David let out a laugh before asking, "What are you implying?"
"Nothing. I am just asking." I told him.
"Well, I haven't slept with her." He told me, "Aside from what happened in my office with you the other day, I have always been a model professor."
"Have you?" I asked, laughing.
"Yes, I have." David said before opening his refrigerator, which sat between us and asking, "What would you like? I have juice, and cola. That's it." He told me.
"What about - something harder?" I asked, imagining I was some sort of James Bond minx but I am sure falling far short of the mark.
David rolled his eyes a little before telling me, "Aren't you underage in your country?"
"I am not in my country now, am I?" I asked. "I am nineteen. That's perfectly legal in Ireland." I told him.
"I'll say." He told me with a raised eyebrow, picking up the cola from the fridge and going to pour two glasses.
Taking mine a little reluctantly I offered to clink glasses.
"Cheers!" He said and I smiled.
"So, what were you doing before I rudely interrupted?" I asked, looking around.
"I was just doing some reading." He told me, leading me by the hand into the sitting room where a big arm chair sat beside a fire. Of course there was other furniture there: a couch, another arm chair. But I knew this was the chair he used most of the time as it had a table covered with stuff beside it. There was a book there and some papers.
When I drew closer I could see the book title, "Wilde? Seriously? You're an Irish creative writing professor, and you spend your Saturday nights reading Oscar Wilde?" I asked.
"Yes. I do. What's wrong with that?" He asked, a little indignant.
"Well, nothing, I guess. If you want to be a big cliché." I told him, feeling the naughty smile taking over my face.
At my comment he laughed, "A big cliché, like the professor who falls for his student?" He asked me.
"Falls for?" I asked, a little surprised. I had been surprised when he said that he hadn't done this before, but now when he was telling me that it was more than just a sex thing? This seemed so crazy!
David didn't say anything, he merely looked at me and smiled. I smiled right back, a little less naughtily than I had just been smiling at him, feeling the flutter in my heart.
"Okay." I said after a moment, turning away as I was feeling a little odd with all the feelings. "I thought you were seeing someone though." I told him.
There was a silence and I looked up at him. His face was a little confused. "Seeing someone?" He asked me as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Yeah, that girl at the pub that night when you told me I should switch majors." I told him.
"I am very sorry. I should never have said that. It's not my place to tell you to do anything. You are not mine." He told me too quickly.
I drew closer to him as I told him, "I could be yours." I was like a moth to a flame, this was a little bit crazy, even crazier than the idea that he really liked me.
David just shook his head at me, "You could be, but you are not."
"Why not?" I demanded, like a petulant child.
"Because we hardly know one another." He told me before taking a breath and looking me directly in the eye. The tenderness there made me stop long enough for him to tell me, "Besides, there are things you do not know about me. A lot of them. Things you would need to know before you could even consider being with me." He told me.
"That sounds very naughty." I told him, "Like every teenaged vampire romance ever."
David merely shook his head at me, "Does it?" He asked, straight-faced.
"Yes, it does." He told him. "Are you going to wait until we're married to defile me too?"
The head shaking continued. I was fairly used to people shaking their heads at me though so hardly noticed. Then David smiled a little before telling me, "Besides, even if I wanted you, you are an American exchange student. You will be going home soon." He told me.
"I don't have to." I offered, but I had nothing to back it up, we both knew it.
David just took a breath and changed the subject, "So what did you come here for tonight anyway?" He asked, his tone a little naughty.
I smiled and drew closer to him. Then we were kissing.
As we kissed I had this heady feeling of disbelief. Was this even happening? Was I really here, in my professor's home kissing him? The smile never left my face even as we kissed. After a while, David broke away from the smile and made a point of looking me in the eye.
"What?" He asked.
I giggled then went to bury my face in his shoulder. "Nothing. It's just, I feel so silly!"
I felt something besides my head, it must have been David shaking his head again I thought as I pulled myself up to look him in the eye.
"What?" I asked in a tone mimicking the one he had used previously.
My words only made him shake his head harder. I sighed, he shook. We both were not behaving like adults now.
He bought back some equilibrium when he stopped shaking his head. He raised his eyebrows and went in for another kiss.
We were kissing like a couple of kids until he pulled away and looked me in the eye, "I have something to tell you."
"What's that?" I asked, feeling a little annoyed he had stopped kissing me again. It felt so good and I never wanted it to stop, yet he kept stopping. What was with that?
David cleared his throat and moved his face away from me before taking me to sit down beside him. We were sitting on his big, plush leather couch side-by-side, my small hand caught in his large masculine one.
"Before we go on, there's a few things you need to know." He told me briskly, "About how your friend knows where I live for one."
I felt my face harden, "What's that?" Was all I managed through the jealousy that rose inside my tummy.
David sighed and shook his head again. He didn't respond to my jealousy, instead going on with what he had been saying himself. "I am interested in some different things sexually, and so is your friend. Has she told you about them?" He asked.
I took my hand from his and shook my head vigorously. "No!"
David was keeping his calm and simply ignored my reaction as he went on, "Okay. Well, Sammy is part of a small group around Galway that are into something called age play. I thought she could have told you about it, or else I wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Age play?" I asked, feeling confused, that didn't sound like a sex thing.
"Yes. Age play." David told me, "It's when someone takes the role of someone who is a different age to themselves. Sometimes when people are doing age play, they will be a lot older or younger than they actually are."
"Okay." I said slowly, "So, do you want me to pretend to be middle aged or something? So you don't need to feel bad about sleeping with a teenager?"
David was laughing, "No, I like that you're young. I want you to play someone, a little younger though."
"A little younger?" I asked, feeling a bit confused by this. How could I be any younger than I already was?
"Yes." He said simply before telling me, "I want you to behave like you might when you were twelve, only, I also want you to call me 'Daddy'."
"Daddy?" I asked, feeling a little silly, "Why would you want me to call you that?"
David chuckled, "Because, I like being Daddy. I like to look after a girl, to play with taboo."
"Taboo?" I asked, "What taboo?"
"This sort of play is touching on a few taboos, but the one I like the most is playing with the incest taboo." He told me.
I was shocked by his admission, what did he mean 'playing with the incest taboo'? We weren't related. Hell, we weren't even from the same country! What was up with this guy? I had come here to enjoy his company, and, yes, a load of orgasm I was sure he could deliver, but I wasn't sure about any incest taboos. That just sounded a bit strange, and impossible as we weren't related.
Apparently the shock had shown on my face because David responded to it quickly, "This is more common than you would think, girls calling the guy they're with Daddy."
"Is it?" I asked, "I have never done it before."
David chuckled, "Never?" He asked, "No-one has asked you to call them Daddy, or you've never wanted to?"
"No-one has asked." I told him after thinking for a moment, "I've heard some people calling their boyfriends 'daddy' but usually they're like, sugar daddies, or they're southern and stuff."
"It's similar for some people, yes. Some Daddy's do look after their girls financially." He told me.
"Will you do that for me?" I wanted to know.
Apparently I was too quick off the mark with my question as David responded with a chuckle and a head shake before asking me, "I thought you just wanted sex. Isn't that why you came here?"
I thought for a moment about lying, but it was true. It was also super obvious. Sex was a big part of why I was here. "Well, yeah." I admitted.
"So why are you talking about relationships then?" He asked me, moving my hair out of my face before cupping my chin with his hand and gazing into my eyes.
I could hardly think. I stammered something before telling him, "I am, I don't know."
Then his lips were on mine again. We were kissing while sitting beside one another on the couch then as we both got a little warmed up, he was on top of me. His movements were so smooth, so confident. I had never been with an older man before and this guy really knew what he wanted. He knew how to get a girl into a spot too.
I was under him and he looked down at me for a moment between kisses, brushing my hair out of my face again, "I like this." He told me.
"You like what?" I asked.
"Your hair. I like it. It's soft, beautiful, feminine. Just like you." He told me and his voice was so earnest. If it weren't, I wouldn't have believed him. I never felt like any of those things in my day-to-day life.
But this guy, he did make me feel small and feminine. He made me feel beautiful in a way I hadn't felt before.
I sighed into his mouth then as we kissed. This felt amazing, being under him. It felt like I had really found my place. Like I was meant to be here all along.
His hands had been exploring my body and removing clothing until I was pressed under him in nothing but my pretty pink lacy bra and panties. I was glad I had worn something so cute out tonight and my mind reeled as I realised that he probably thought I had worn this just for him, as if I knew I was going to see him all along. I would have normally laughed at the idea, but it was probably true. I had been thinking about him all week, if I had of known it was a possibility, ever so slight, to see him again, then I would have gone for it, no problems at all.
David's hard body above me felt wonderful but I wanted him undressed. I started tugging at his robe and he pulled it off to reveal his naked body underneath me.
For an older man, he really did look after himself. His chest and abs were defined but his arms, they were impressive. They normally looked like normal man arms in class, but up close and touching his body, I knew he could hold me down with these arms, and the thought of him taking me roughly while holding me down turned me on to no end.
I was sure he would do it, too, if the thought struck him.
Right now though his hand was between my legs while he kissed me. His kisses were firm and his hand seemed to know what it was doing all on its own.
He would move his hand just how I needed it, just how I liked it, without being told. He found every sensitive button and pressed it.
It was difficult to keep kissing him while he did this. While he explored my body, while he touched me with those strong hands. I wanted to kiss him, I needed the taste of him on my tongue, but he kept touching me in a way that left me moaning, or worse, calling out.
After a while, he had me begging him for his cock.
"Just slide it into me!" I was calling louder than I meant to.
David chuckled, "Slide it into me, who?" He asked.
"David?" I asked, unsure what he meant, then the look on his face answered my question. I had been so disorientated by his thrusting fingers that I had forgotten our previous conversation. "Slide it into me, Daddy?" I asked, feeling a little silly the first time I said it, but seeing the look on his face I didn't feel so silly.
"I want you." I confessed.
"I want you, too." He told me, "But you're being a little quick off the mark."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean," he began, "That I don't want to rush into sex and skip the foreplay."
"Oh." I said, "Well, that's, fair I guess."
I had honestly never had a man say anything like it to me before, the boys I was normally intimate with wouldn't have even waited this long for sex. They would have stuck their cocks into me much earlier. Perhaps even before I was wet and ready. Hell, from my arriving here to now we probably would have already had sex and I would be making my excuses to leave.
My sexy professor though, he was different. He wanted to take his time and I was curious what he had to teach me, so I went along with it.
He was kissing his way down my body again and I smiled. My smile was big and happy. It wasn't common for me to find someone who was this good at giving head. Actually, I hadn't found anyone this good at it before.
David was licking between my legs in no time and using his fingers just enough to compliment what his mouth was doing without overwhelming me.
It felt great, having all of this attention on my body. I moaned as he touched me, I moved under him. My hips came up to meet his face as he licked and he bought me to bliss seemingly without much effort.
This guy knew his shit.
I would have loved to stay in that blissful state forever where he was licking me and making me feel great, but it wasn't to be.
He was going to get me off, he had obviously decided.
David knew how to manipulate the female body and in no time at all his touching, his caress, and his tongue had me right on the precipice of orgasm before just a few more tongue strokes pushed me over the edge.
The waves of orgasm, when I hit them falling of that precipice were strong and unrelenting. David's hands were still on me as he used them to push me over the edge and into that orgasm.
I moaned, he kissed me. His kisses felt like he was sucking the pleasure out of my mouth too as they kept me from crying out loudly in ecstasy.
When I started to come down from the orgasm, and the waves started to lash me lighter, David pulled away and we gazed into one another's eyes for a moment before he told me, "See, it's worth waiting, isn't it?"
I nodded my agreement, but couldn't use words just yet. I was feeling far too pleased with myself. This place I had bought myself to, David's home, couldn't have felt this good. But it did, and that was amazing!
David held me close on the couch for a while as we chatted a little. The conversation seemed to flow nicely, but I wanted to keep playing.
I was driven by that little voice inside myself that was worried that this could end at any time and I didn't want to miss an opportunity.
We kissed a bit more and I started to make my way down his body.
David had a nice dick. Looking at it, I knew it wouldn't be so long that sex would be painful, but it was thick. It was bigger than anything I had had inside me before, though. I wondered how I would go with it.
Without allowing myself much more of an opportunity to think about it, I started to tease the head with my tongue.
The best thing about starting with teasing was that I could look up at him and enjoy his reaction to my little pink mouth on his thick cock without struggling with what I was doing.
I remember seeing a television show back home where the female protagonist is telling a guy that giving a blow job is hard work. She is telling him about all the things the giver has to be aware of when giving head to make sure it was good: things like gag reflex, suction, teeth.
Blow jobs are hard work, but for the right guy, they are so worth all the hard work.
As I kept sucking him, I definitely felt that.
Using my mouth to get him off felt erotic and sexy, it didn't feel like work at all (even though of course it was hard work). He had worked so hard to get me off twice now, yet this didn't feel like I was returning a favour.
Blowing David felt like it was something that I really wanted to do, something that I really enjoyed doing, for its own sake. Not because he did it for me or because I thought I had to.
This was a new feeling for me, and one I liked.
I wanted to blow this guy. I wanted to feel his silky hardness in my mouth. I wanted to taste that pre-cum. Tasting it got me excited and made me want more.
I closed my eyes as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I tried to take as much in as I could without gagging but every so often I would gag anyway. I gagged and I giggled, David chuckled along with me.
Then, it was as if all the build up from getting me off and then from watching me blow him was driving him insane. As if something snapped as he had to do something.
What was a passive blow job before turned into a very active one with David thrusting up into my mouth.
I had never felt anything like this before and at the same time that it was difficult on my mouth and throat, it was incredibly sexy having a man use my mouth like that. I struggled to keep up with his demanding cock.
He thrusted and I gagged, he would give me a moment to regain my composure before thrusting again.
Then he moved, and forced me to move.
He stood up and I was kneeling on my knees.
I felt so small like that as he used my mouth relentlessly, but that was part of the appeal to me and I am sure to him too. This felt so sexy, and so hot. It felt so wonderful having my mouth used by this man then I wanted more and more.
By the time he had finished using my mouth, I was straining against my hair (that he was pulling back to stop me from sucking him).
"On your knees on the couch." He told me, "I'm taking you in doggy."
Obediently, I followed his orders. I positioned myself so my head was on the back of the couch and ass in the air.
David took his place behind me and slid his hard cock into my body.
It felt like bliss right away as he slowly moved to expand my tight little hole to accommodate him. He was kind to me, but I could feel his frustration.
This man wanted to fuck me hard, and he couldn't. Not yet.
"Mmmm... David?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment, David kept moving behind me to widen my pussy to accommodate him more fully.
"David?" I asked.
David chuckled before telling me, "I won't answer to that, little girl." His fingers were in my hair. He was pulling my head back. God, that felt great!
He was fucking me more vigorously then. I moaned the word, "Daddy?"
This time he answered, "Yes pumpkin?"
I smile at the wall before me, my eyes half-opened. "That feels really good Daddy, but you can go harder if you like." I told him.
Daddy was thrusting into me harder then. A few hard strokes before he asked, "Can I?"
I moaned at his hard fucking and agreed, "Yes Daddy, oh god yes! Please fuck me hard Daddy."
"Good girl." He told me, "Using your manners like a good little girl!"
I moaned loudly at his words. Being called a good girl because you can take a dick was hot.
Being fucked hard by him too, was really hot.
As he thrusted into me, I though less and less and surrendered to the sensations inside my body. It was as if this man's cock was determining not only what I felt in that moment but also what I thought about. Pleasing him was all I could think about.
Within no time at all, I couldn't think of anything but how wonderful this felt and how wonderful I wanted to make him feel.
I was a mess of sexy feelings and thoughts and nothing more than a hole to be fucked.
And he did fuck me.
After thrusting into me for a while, he pulled out of me and ordered me to stand up. I stood and then he ordered me to jump and wrap my legs around him so he could thrust into me while holding me.
I did what I was told.
It felt so animalistic, being in his arms so he could fuck me like this. It also made me feel so small.
Before I had been enjoying being his fuck toy and now I was enjoying being this small, fragile thing that he could throw around. Something about it turned me on to no end.
I moaned into his ear, "Oh fuck Daddy! I'm going to cum!"
He thrusted into me more frenzied than he had before and it happened: my orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous one I had just had as my pussy grabbed at his cock.
My moans of pleasure were joined with his as he felt my orgasm on his cock.
Daddy let me cum without moving for a while then when my orgasm subsided he put me down on the couch and sat down beside me.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw him sitting beside me still hard, "Don't you want to cum?" I asked.
"Wouldn't mind it!" He told me with a little wink and I lowered my head to his cock to lick my juices from him.
Tasting me on his cock turned me on. I eagerly licked and sucked the taste of me off him and in no time at all, he was thrusting into my mouth again, holding my head down.
I was gagging on his cock and he was using my mouth. The feeling turned me on to no end then when I thought I'd love to do this for much longer I noticed his breathing change. He must be close to cumming I reasoned as I kept up my suction and pace to suck the last bit of cum from his body.
I sucked his cum right out of him, not even thinking as I swallowed it and cleaned the head with my tongue before stopping and moving to cuddle him.
We held one another on the couch then for a while, his telling me how proud he was of me for sucking him so well, and my giggling and confessing that I hadn't really wanted it to end. I normally didn't like giving head (because I thought I wasn't very good at it) but there was something really erotic about doing this with him.
Daddy just smiled and gave me a little kiss.
That evening I fell asleep in his arms in his big bed upstairs.
We hadn't talked about seeing one another again, or this being an ongoing thing, but as he cuddled me, holding me close to his body, I knew it couldn't be anything else.
I would be seeing him again, and not just because he was my professor.