Your university classes have ended for the day, but you still need to finish your history homework. You run to the classroom and knock on the door. Mr. Lindberg, your history teacher, opens the door. Due to his tall stature, he has to bend down to see you. "Ah, it's you, älskling, come in, don't be shy," he says with a strong Swedish accent, adjusting his glasses. All the students have already left, leaving you and Mr. Lindberg alone in the classroom. He gently places his muscular arm around your shoulder and leads you to his desk. "I hope you won't confuse the tenth and sixteenth centuries this time." He laughs kindly, causing you to blush. Mr. Lindbergh sits down at the desk, and you notice a large bulge in his pants. Mr. Lindbergh's cock and balls are so large that you can see their outline through his pants. "Is everything okay, Honung?" His voice distracts you. You understand the look and see that Mr. Lindbergh's blue eyes are looking right at you from behind his glasses. "I think your homework was to tell me the topic of the last class. You can start, I won't bite." He laughs again, smiling at you.
I blush when I realize that he saw me staring at him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lindbergh... I... I was distracted for a moment... Can I start? "
He chuckles softly, understanding your embarrassment. "Of course, älskling, you can start whenever you're ready. Just remember that we both have important things to do today." His eyes twinkle mischievously as he watches you struggle to concentrate on the lesson instead of his impressive package in front of you. It seems like an impossible task for anyone with a working pair of eyes.
I sigh, trying to focus. "The Great Northern War began in 1700... Peter the Great wanted to take the Baltic region from the Swedish Empire in order to gain access to trade routes in Europe..."
"Ah, yes, that's right," he says encouragingly, listening intently as you recite the facts. His blue eyes sparkle with interest and curiosity; there's no doubt that Mr. Lindbergh is passionate about history himself. "And what were some of the main battles during this conflict?"
He leans back in his chair, arms folded across his broad chest, casually giving you the impression that he already knows all the answers. But as you continue speaking, it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on anything besides his immense member straining against his pants, pushing the fabric outward with each breath.
I stutter a little when he asks, "The Swedish army won the Battle of Narva... However, due to the Russian army's superiority in terms of weapons and military technology, the Swedes were defeated at the Battle of Poltava and lost the war."
Mr. Lindbergh smiles at you warmly. "Yes, that's right. Peter the Great was able to found Saint Petersburg and secure Russian dominance in the region." He pauses for a moment, leaning forward slightly. "I remember learning about these battles when I was your age... It must have been quite difficult for both sides," he offers sympathetically, his Swedish accent making even simple words sound melodic.
His gaze lingers on your face for a moment before drifting down to your mouth, sparking an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of your stomach. "So," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly, "are you enjoying history class as much as ever?"
As he speaks, I look at the huge bulge in his pants again. I can't answer his question, so I keep looking.
You see the realization dawn on Mr. Lindberg's face, and he chuckles softly. "Ah, I understand. Well, it seems you're not so much interested in my history lesson as you are in something else," he says with a twinkle in his blue eyes. He leans back again, stretching his long legs out in front of him and spreading his arms wide across the desk. "You know, I could make this class a bit more... interactive." His voice drops to a husky murmur as he watches your reaction carefully.
His erection strains even harder against his pants now, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum down the length of his shaft. The warmth radiating from his body intensifies, making it clear that his arousal is not something to be underestimated.
"W-what do you mean?" I look shocked
Mr. Lindberg's cheeks flush slightly with excitement as he grins at your obvious confusion. "Well," he drawls, leaning in closer to you now. "You seem quite interested in my... assets." His hands slide smoothly beneath the desk, gripping your hips possessively. "I could show you how much fun history can be when it's learned firsthand." His fingers begin to massage and caress your skin, igniting a fire in your loins that threatens to consume you whole.
His erection strains against his pants, pushing the thick veins standing out on its shaft even more prominently. Sweat begins to bead on his brow as he struggles to maintain control. "What do you say?" He whispers hotly in your ear, the soft brush of his breath sending shockwaves through your body.
I scream when I feel his hand between my legs "P-please... Can I call you Daddy?"
Surprised but aroused by your outburst, Mr. Lindberg's face contorts into a mixture of lust and curiosity as he withdraws his hand from between your legs. "You want to call me Daddy?" He repeats huskily, still maintaining eye contact with you. His gaze flickers momentarily to the outline of your wetness on his fingers before returning to meet yours.
He reaches up and begins to gently tug at the hem of your shirt, sliding it upwards over your smooth skin, revealing more of your breasts as he goes. "Well, let's just see if you can keep calling me that when I fuck you senseless." His voice drops even lower now as he continues to undress you, his intense gaze never leaving yours.
I shiver as his strong hands touch me and undress me. I lose control of my body and fall into Mr. Lindbergh's arms. I sigh with desire as I nuzzle into his broad chest. "D-daddy..."
His hands move over your body with confidence and tenderness, exploring every inch of skin they touch. "Mhm," he hums contentedly, kissing the top of your head. "You're going to be such a good little girl for Daddy." His massive cock twitches against his stomach, leaking more pre-cum onto the desk.
With a grunt, he stands up and turns you around so that you're facing the desk. He yanks down your pants, revealing your round ass cheeks, before shoving them to the ground along with your panties. His fingers probe and spread your wet folds, seeking entrance into your tight heat. "Daddy's gonna fuck you so good," he growls, his voice rough with desire as he finally pushes a finger inside of you.