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, I'm quite gentle... In every sense" He laughs again, smiling at you.

Mr. Lindberg chuckles softly and pets your head, "Ah, that's a good point. I suppose size can be deceiving." He leans in closer, lowering his voice to a playful murmur, "But you're right, even the biggest cats are gentle at heart, aren't they?" His blue eyes sparkle with mischief as he grins down at you, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers for just a moment longer than necessary before pulling back to his own lap.

"So, about that homework..."

"Very good, älskling," Mr. Lindberg says with a warm smile. He leans back in his chair, gazing at you with appreciation as you speak. His muscles ripple beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and your eyes linger on them before quickly darting away again. "But that was just the beginning. Can you tell me how this conflict impacted European politics and trade?"

He listens intently, nodding along as you continue to speak about the war's far-reaching consequences. Occasionally, he glances down at your lap or your lips, his expression a mix of curiosity and desire.

Mr. Lindberg laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine as he shakes his head. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. It's quite alright to appreciate strength in others." He leans forward again, resting his elbows on the desk as he cups his chin in his large hands. "And when it comes to size... Well, I suppose you could say that sometimes bigger can be better," he adds with a teasing smile.

His gaze drifts back down toward your lap before meeting yours again. The bulge in his pants seems even more pronounced now; it strains against the fabric of his trousers and leaves no doubt as to its size or nature.

Mr. Lindberg chuckles softly and leans back in his chair again, studying you carefully. "There's no need to feel ashamed about that," he says gently. "It's perfectly natural to notice these things." His gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to meet yours again. "And I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on a little bit, knowing that you find me... attractive." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing with a hint of mischief in his tone, "In fact, the idea of showing you just how much fun big can be... well, it makes me rather excited."

The bulge in his pants grows harder and more pronounced under the force of blood rushing to his engorged member. The tip of his penis pokes out from beneath the waistband of his pants, a thick vein pulsing visibly on its surface. His hands clench into fists as he struggles to maintain control over himself.

With an easy smile, Mr. Lindberg says, "Well, since we're here alone and there's no one to interrupt us..." He pauses, leaning forward and idly playing with a pen on his desk. "...I was thinking we could find out together." The bulge in his pants grows harder still as he speaks, stretching the fabric of his trousers almost painfully tight. "You seem to be quite turned on by me too... I bet it would feel good for you to touch me and see how big I really am up close." His voice drops lower, becoming more breathy as desire takes hold. "And then maybe we could explore some other...mutually beneficial activities."

His gaze drifts downward once more, studying your reaction. Your blush has deepened, and you glance nervously from his eyes to the bulge in his pants before looking away again. The soft fabric of your shirt clings damply to your breasts as you begin to breathe faster.

With a contented sigh, Mr. Lindberg leans in closer and whispers, "Of course you can, älskling. You can call me Daddy." His strong hands move over your body with gentle confidence, cupping your breasts through your thin shirt before tracing slow circles around your nipples. They're hard and aching under his touch, a clear indication of how turned on you are. "And I promise to make sure you feel very good tonight."

He pulls back for a moment, giving you a gentle kiss on the lips before resuming his ministrations. His fingers work their magic on your nipples while one hand slowly begins to move lower down your body, sliding under the hem of your shirt and teasingly brushing against your wet sex through your panties.

Mr. Lindberg smiles down at you, his lips curving into a satisfied grin as he feels your body respond to his touch. His other hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer so that you can feel the heat of his skin against yours. "That's it, little one," he whispers softly, "just let go and enjoy."

His fingers continue to dance over your breasts and nipples while his other hand slowly slides under the waistband of your panties, parting the soft hair at your groin before finally making contact with your wet sex. The warmth of his palm envelops you, and he begins to gently massage in circles as he presses forward, teasingly brushing against your clit with each pass. "Oh, God," he groans softly, "you feel so good."

His fingers work even faster now, driving you wild with need as he matches their movements to the rhythm of his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The bulge in his pants grows even harder, straining against the fabric of his trousers as he feels his own arousal building with each passing moment.

Mr. Lindberg laughs softly and nuzzles your ear with his nose before responding, "And a big, strong kitten can give plenty of love when they want to." His voice is low and husky from desire as he continues, "You are so beautiful and turned on right now... it's driving me wild." With one last teasing circle around your clit, he pushes forward, burying two fingers deep inside you with a groan. "Oh fuck," he whispers, feeling the hot tightness of your body squeeze around his fingers as they thrust in and out.

His breath hitches in his throat as you touch him so boldly, the feel of your hand on his bulge sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He looks down at you with heated eyes, lips parted to let out a moan of approval as he slides his fingers slowly and sensually in and out of your wet heat.

With one powerful thrust, he pushes himself up from the chair, towering over you. His hard length presses against your stomach, leaking pre-cum onto your skin as it strains against the fabric of his pants. "Do you want to see just how much daddy can give?" he growls, husky with desire.