Daphne Vs. Daddy

I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Anders doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so fucking pleasant it should be illegal.

I can already tell that Anders is like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked. And I’ve had more than just one taste… Yeah, you can say it: I’m more than hooked. I’m an addict.

He smacks my ass hard, grabbing my cheeks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming. I have no other option but to surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure.

“OH GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure surreal pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t see or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Anders’s cock has unleashed inside of me.

I feel him tense up then but, acting by instinct, I tighten my pussy around his cock like a vice.

“More,” I mutter. I still want more from him. I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. I roll to the side, my back against the couch.

“More? If you think you can take it,” he tells me with a grin. He gets up from the couch and picks my limp body from the couch with his strong arms. He takes me down the corridor and carries me straight to his bedroom, fully knowing how he wants to finish this sex marathon.

Still holding me, he turns the knob and steps inside. In three steps he approaches the bed, throwing me on top of the mattress harshly. I lay stomach down, almost no strength left in my body, as he climbs on top of me.

Before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy run through me, and I use it to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.

Let’s see what you can do, Professor Anders..

He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick glans pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his cock in me to the hilt.

This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless - which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Fucktoy, he called me, and that’s exactly how he’s fucking: as if I’m his toy, as if I only exist to please him.

I love it

“Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, please!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.

And that moment is coming really soon.

Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.

“Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself - either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.

He pistons into me mercilessly, both our bodies tensing up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress l

ike a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. Maybe this is what it means to “cum your brains out”.

At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hand squeezes hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back. I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much - I never even knew it was possible to cum this much, honestly.

I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. He lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.

“So,” I start, still moving my fingers over his bare chest, “how did your fucktoy do?”

He turns to me, an easy smile on his lips.

“A+.”

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Anders

"Double scotch rocks neat, please," I ask the bartender. The drink is already in my hand before I have a minute to think about whether I should ask for a triple.

Yeah, it's gotten to that point. I'm thinking about getting a triple helping of scotch to take an edge off that won't seem to go away.

I know this is ridiculous.

Christine is probably the most qualified candidate for the Consultancy program. Hands down. There's no way you can deny that - she's got the brains, the talent, the natural understanding of how to get people to work together and the determination to see something through.