Lindsey stood at the of Professor Kennedy's house, her pussy tingling. She had no idea what to expect but she was excited. Prof. Kennedy was a decent looking man with a sort of dad body. He was probably a runner once but had long since abandoned that activity. She wore yoga pants and a tank top, showing off her new boobs. They weren't as big as Crystal's but they were a lot bigger than before. People noticed. People like Professor Kenedy, who was paying much more attention to her now that she wasn't just "soccer girl."
She rang the doorbell and he answered. Dressed as he usually dressed in khakis, plaid shirt and cardigan, he smiled and motioned her into the house. She walked in.
"Well, Professor, what did you have in mind?"
"You'll indulge me?" he asked. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. "Good. Upstairs, third room on the right is my daughter's room. You look about her size. I'd like for you to find something that's about her size and put it on."
"Okay," Lindsey said, smiling even though she knew there was something wrong about this. This wasn't a little girl's room thank goodness, but the nearly cleaned out room of a college freshman. After a little snooping around, Lindsey found a photo of the girl with her family standing in front of the sign for her college. She looked a lot like Lindsey, who smirked. What a pervert, she thought. He really was a depraved man. She needed his cock inside of her.
She found the same outfit as the picture: cut off shorts and a gray tank top. She left on her lace pink bra and thong set.
"Monica, could you come down here for a minute," Professor Kennedy called up. Monica must be his daughter's name.
"Coming dad," she said. She refused to call him daddy, she still had standards. She did a quick tug on her hair into a matching ponytail as the one in the photo.
"What's up?" she asked as she came down stairs. He was nowhere to be seen. She looked around the house and found him in his study. He was still in the outfit he had answered the door in and he sat behind a large desk in a big leather chair.
She stood in front of the desk, not sure what to do.
"I see your grades this semester," he said, frowning. "I'm not happy with them."
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to sound like she was begging. She hoped she wasn't as bad an actress as she thought she sounded. Professor Kennedy didn't seem displeased with her performance so far. He watched her with hungry eyes.
"I'm going to take the car away."
"No, please," Lindsey pleaded. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything," she purred, undoing the top button of the shorts and let them drop to the floor. Professor Kennedy's eyes widened when he saw her pink thong. He wasn't expecting that. She stepped over the shorts and closer to him.
"I really need the car," she said, dropping to her knees. She crawled towards her "father". When she reached him, she ran her hands up his inner thighs, feeling his rigid cock. He shuddered when she touched it. She shivered. She needed that cock inside her.
He patted her head gently then cupped her chin so that she was looking up at him. He patted his lap and she slipped up onto it. But he stopped her and forced her across it instead. She complied, her entire body tensing as he rubbed her ass cheeks.
