So this happened years ago, when I was in my very early 20s. I danced my whole life and now I was teaching at a studio to make extra cash during college. Yes, I mean, like boring, ballet, tap, jazz dance. Nothing super spicy. Part part of this job meant chaperoning our competitive dancers to out of town competitions. I was there to help run their numbers, fix their hair stage, make up and mostly be judged by bitchy dance moms. They were honestly awful, but the money was good and I liked my girls and it involved a lot of Hotel downtime when I could get paid to study essentially. So I put up with bitchy middle-aged mom snarky comments.

One weekend, something unheard of happened. The bitchiest mom of the group double booked herself and couldn’t attend the competition. Even better news? She sent her husband.

I wasn’t used to male eye candy on these trips but by any standard, this man was gorgeous. He was tall. He was in good shape with really strong arms covered in full sleeve tats. His brown hair and scruffy beard was showing flecks of grey and his tummy seemed a little softer than the rest of him. He also had a killer smile. It was almost dazzling enough to distract me from the fact that he had checked me out as he walked into the hotel lobby, before his daughter screamed with joy and ran over to hug me.

At our group dinner, I sat next to him. He was a total gentleman asking me about my classes and try not to glance at my bare legs in my short, running shorts. I laughed at his dad jokes. I reached over him to grab the pepper so he could get a good view of my cleavage. My tits were always too big by the dance by the dancing world’s standards, but I had a feeling he wasn’t gonna complain.

In the elevator back to our rooms, I found myself squeezed in front of him. I subtly leaned back just enough so that he’d feel my ass against him but not enough so that anyone else would notice. I knew he had room to back up. But he leaned in, and I felt his cock twitch as it pressed against my round college ass.

When we got off at the floor, I made sure that all the parents knew when we had to leave in the morning and had my number in case they needed help with hair or make up. Daddy must’ve really liked my elevator trick because I was barely in my room before my phone buzzed. He sent me a picture of a bottle of whiskey and asked if I’d help him drink it while his daughter and her bestie filmed endless TikTok dances in the room. I texted him back that I was studying, but he could help with flashcards and then my room number my room number. I quickly changed into my pyjamas: Victoria’s Secret knockoffs. Tiny silky, short shorts and a loose tank top made completely from lace so that it was pretty much totally see-through.

He hurried in when I opened the door obviously terrified another mom would see him. I took the bottle out of his hands and handed him my flashcards before he even really looked at me. He hadn’t changed still in jeans and a tight black T-shirt with a flannel over it. Very cliché dad look. When he saw my little outfit his jaw dropped. And then my cards dropped too. I guess he was so stunned that he dropped them. Oooh this was going to be fun. He stammered that I looked nice. I thanked him and dropped to my knees. I crawled under the side table to pick up the scattered cards, making a show of arching my back, knowing my shorts were riding up and he could see all of me.

He let out a groan. “You’re gonna get me in trouble Miss Clara” (both our names are fake btw)

I giggled and started to get up. But he stopped me. “Princess you look so cute down there. Stay on the floor. You can crawl to me”

I grinned. This is confidence I wasn’t getting from college boys. He sat down on the couch and I crawled slowly towards him. He cooed that I was a good girl. When I reached him I crawled between his legs, putting my hands on this thighs, reaching up to kiss him. His hand went to chin, wrapping his fingers to the back of my neck, grabbing my hair tight. He stood up and pulled me with him. Suddenly I was standing and his tongue was in my mouth. I was tasting him hungrily. Then he was lifting me. With one arm he had me in the air, my legs wrapping around him as my pussy wriggled around. I was looking for his bulge to grind on.

“Oh fuck I should not be doing this” he growled into my ear as he kissed my neck, his hands grabbing the ass I teased him with in the elevator. He had carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. Now he was standing over me. His fingers traced their way up my body, tracing my curves, feeling my hard nipples, i was sucking on his fingers. He was feeding them to me. One at a time while staring at him. Trying to prove to daddy I’d do a good job if he let me suck his big dick.

“I really…mmm fuck your body is so fucking cute….i really shouldn’t do this” I had got to his ring finger. Now this grown man was letting his kid’s ballet teacher wrap her slutty little mouth around his wedding ring.

“So…stop.” I teased. Calling his bluff while I unzipped his jeans. He tilted my head to look up at him, “are you ok with this?” I was already stroking his cock.

I smiled and answered by licking his shaft. “Does she still suck you off?” He didn’t answer. I started to kiss and suck his balls. “Does she forget your balls?” He doesn’t answer. I spit on his dick and slide all of it deep into my throat. I gag and hold it in, letting him see my eyes water. He pulls out and I’m about to ask if she does that but now he’s fucking my face. Using my slutty hole. Grunting as he gives it to me. “Yeah good girl. Oh princess you look so fucking cute with my cock in your throat.” I think he surprised himself with how fast he came. I swallowed every drop and he whispered “I haven’t had my dick sucked since our kid was born”

“WTF she’s 12! You poor man” I giggle as he pushes me down on the bed.

“And you need to get back to her soon…”

“Sweetie I’m not going anywhere until I fuck this pretty pink pussy.”