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said our goodbyes and I soon went to bed, while my dad stayed up and watched a movie downstairs.

It was the middle of the night and I was fast asleep and my dream soon turned from innocent to me imagining a dog fucking me while I was on all fours.

This was most likely turning me on, as I was enjoying it so much in my dream. It started to feel like it was real and it felt like I was really being fucked. That's because I was, sort of...

This feeling became stronger and stronger and I eventually started to wake up from it. As my eyes fluttered open slightly, I could see the figure of somebody in front of me.

My eyes drifted down to see the outline of the arm near my leg, and I soon realised that they were burying their fingers deep within my pussy. I would have screamed or reacted, but I was enjoying it far too much, so I pretended to still be asleep.

Would they eventually leave or stop? Why were they even fingering me in the first place? Who even was it? I eventually realised that my dad was the only other person in the house, so unless it was an intruder it was my dad who was fingering me.

I had thought about and read about incest before, but I would never ever do it in real life. As my mind continued to question what was happening, I failed to realise that he had stopped fingering me and he was now pulling something out of his pants.

He flipped me fully onto my back, spread my legs and pushed his dick inside of me. I was a virgin, so this was the first time I had ever had a cock inside of me, never mind one of this size. He must have been at least 7 inches long and he was pretty thick too.

He started to thrust slowly in and out of me, maybe trying not to wake me? I'm not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing, but this was my father and I couldn't continue on.

I fully opened my eyes this time and I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but I could feel myself beginning to climax so I ended up pulling him into me harder

"Fuck me harder, Daddy" Is all I could muster in my half awake, half asleep state.

"Anything for you, Baby" He said huskily, before ramming his cock deep within me. I had never felt anything like it in my life, but I didn't want it to stop.

"Daddy, I'm gonna about to cum"

"Not yet." With that, he pulled out of me and stood up.

"What are you doing?! I was about to cum!" I yelled at him. He said nothing and grabbed my arms pulling me up off of the bed with him.

He spun me around and pushed me against my vanity, so that my face and chest were flat against it and my ass was sticking out. I pushed himself against my ass cheeks and started rubbing himself up and down my slit, dry humping me.

I started moaning louder than I had before and I was really enjoying what he was doing. After a minute or so, he circled the head of his cock around my pussy opening and pushed in.

As he thrusted into me harder and harder, the table shook more and more banging into the wall. With the combination of all of that, I came harder than I ever had before and I screamed before my orgasm subsided.

My dad continued for another few seconds before I felt him collapse onto my back, breathing heavily. He pulled out of me, put all of his clothes back on and walked out of the room.

I was still leaning against the vanity for support because I knew my legs wouldn't be able to support me if I stood up. I heard him grab his keys, open the front door and walk out.

He got into his car and drove away, without saying a word.

I guess that was the end of that... c o u p l i n g

 

 

She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn't specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards.

She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn't, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade.

As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah's professor, Dr. Brian Harris.

Dr. Harris was a genius. He had made countless contributions to medical science and developed a new method to treat patients with degenerative muscular diseases. He had been offered many jobs at a variety of prestigious universities but ultimately chose this one partially because of its reputation but mostly because of its perks. He was given a hefty salary, large office, access to any equipment he needed and as many grad students as he wanted. Making it all more impressive, Dr. Harris was the youngest professor at the university. Being only a few years older than most of his students and very good looking, Brian had a reputation for sleeping with some of his pupils. The university knew about his extracurricular activities but chose to ignore them. With all the potential Dr. Harris had, the university wanted to do anything they could to keep him on staff, even if it meant dismissing some accusations from female students.

Sarah knew of his reputation but found it hard to believe the university would cover up something so scandalous. Never the less, Dr. Harris was a man and Sarah came prepared. Hoping to influence her professor's decision, Sarah chose her clothes carefully. She picked out a white blouse with buttons up the front that could be undone to show a bit of cleavage while still remaining professional.

 

She paired with it a sleek black skirt that began high on her waste but stopped mid thigh. Combined with her 3 inch heels, Sarah looked professional but definitely turned heads walking through the building. Taking a seat across from Dr. Harris, Sarah definitely caught his attention. She was in a happy relationship so she wasn't going to sleep with him but it's hard for a man to disagree with a beautiful woman.

"Mrs. Walker, I think you know why you are here," he began. "This last paper of yours was an absolute joke." He tossed the paper across his desk and it landed on Sarah's lap. "If this is the quality of work you are capable of, I don't know if there is a place for you at this institution. This is the type I would expect from high school students, not a 20-something grad student." Sarah diverted her eyes as she began to tear up from his berating. "I don't know what to do with you."

"Please give me another chance, Dr. Harris; I'll do whatever you ask. I can't get kicked out of school. My parents will kill me." Sarah pleaded while trying to hold back the tears. "I'll do anything."

This was not going at all like she had planned. Completely embarrassed and made to feel as tiny as an ant in front of her professor, all Sarah could think about was leaving as soon as possible. She didn't want to be in this office a minute longer than she had to.

"Here is what we will do," started Dr. Harris. "I will give you one week to rewrite this paper. If after one week this isn't the best paper you ever wrote, I will send my recommendation to the school board to drop you from the university. Understand?"

"Oh yes, Dr. Harris. I understand completely," Sarah stammered as she stood up and headed towards the door. "Thank you so much! I won't let you down."

"Not so fast Mrs. Walker."

Sarah stopped at the door wishing she could just open it and leave.

"I have given you a chance to make up for your mistakes but that doesn't mean we are through. You still need to be punished for getting yourself into this situation," Said Dr. Harris. "Lock the door."

Sarah's eyes widened as she turned the lock on the handle of the large wooden door.

"Turn around," ordered Dr. Harris as he stood up and walked around his desk. "Do you know happens to girls who misbehave?"

"I don't know" said Sarah meekly.

"I think you do" encouraged Dr. Harris looking down on Sarah like a hungry dog looks at a scared kitten.

"I promise I don't," Sarah replied.

"They get spanked," he said with a smile. "Girls who misbehave get spanked." Dr. Harris turned a chair to face Sarah and sat down. "Now, are you going to accept your punishment or do I need to make a call to the school board?"

A thousand thoughts ran through Sarah's head. She didn't want to get spanked but she needed to stay in school. What if her boyfriend found out? What if Dr. Harris kicked her out anyway? There was no way to know but in the end she had to risk it.

Sarah timidly walked towards her professor. "Good choice," began Dr. Harris. "Lay down across my lap, Sarah." She complied; her arms and head hanging down on one side of his lap and her legs on the other. Her skirt pulled tight against her ass in this bent over position. "I don't want you making any noise. I'm going to continue spanking you until I feel you are properly punished. If I hear any sound out of your mouth it will only get worse for you. Do you understand?"

Sarah nodded her head hoping her professor would be gentle.

SMACK! Even though she knew what was about to happen, the first hit took her off guard. Without meaning to she let out a yelp. "What did I tell you about staying quiet?" Dr. Harris scolded while lifting up the back of her skirt, exposing her white lace panties. "Now it's going to hurt even more. Keep your mouth shut!"

SMACK! Sarah was better prepared for this hit and managed to stay

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