Daphne Vs. Daddy

It's not her fault that she has the hottest ass I've ever seen on a woman.

I mean that thing is the modern definition of the word juicy. It's perky and ripe just the way you want it. The scotch is working it's way through my body and my cock is thinking of those ass cheeks. I have an urge to just go over and squeeze both ass cheeks as I push my cock in between them.

Let's not even talk about what I want to do right now to those slender legs and flat, taut tummy. To those delicious fucking tits and that cute as a button face.

"You look like you want to ravish me," Christine says, and I realize that she's actually a lot closer than I had expected. In fact, she's now standing right in front of me.

"What makes you say that?" I ask her, a bit ruffled but trying to comport myself with dignity.

Christine takes a step closer and moves her face towards mine. I look around, wondering if we've attracted the notice of anyone. But no one seems to care.

"Because you were staring at me like a ravenous wolf is why," Christine whispers and I wonder if anyone heard that comment. But she gets up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth closer to my ear. "And your monster cock. It's very, very hard. And pointing straight out at me."

I look down as discreetly as I can.

She's right.

I'm sporting an erection the size and shape that would attract the attention of any one of the old and fussy types at this party.

"You got a Consultancy Program in your pockets or are you just happy to see me?" Christine says, her eyes twinkling. I can tell she's enjoying teasing the fuck out of me.

"Just be careful, young lady," I say with quiet gravitas. "Just because we're in public right now doesn't mean that in private I won't punish you for your sass."

Christine's eyes go wide and she takes a sip of her wine.

I watch as she lifts the glass to her lips and parts her mouth. I can just imagine that's my cock going into her mouth.

What? It's not that hard. My cock has the girth of a wine bottle - the fat bottom end. I watch as her tongue swirls in the glass, just the way it would swirl around the head of my cock. It would travel along my shaft.

As the liquid travels down Christine's throat, my eyes watch every twitch of her beautiful body.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It's no wonder I have a raging hard on for this woman - I couldn't care less right now if she was my student or my stepdaughter. I just want to get her into a room and fuck the living daylights out of her.

"You're thinking of punishing me and then fucking me, aren't you?" Christine asks me, her eyes twinkling with mischievous lust. "You're thinking you want to bend me over your knee, hike up my skirt and run your hands over my ass cheeks, aren't you?"

God, her body is so fucking luscious. So supple. So ripe.

"I'm going to show you want I want in a little bit," I tell her.

"I want you to rip off my thong and spank me, Professor," Christine says and my blood begins to boil with desire.

One look at Christine tells me that she's not teasing me anymore. Whatever lust she was able to hide by pretending it was just a tease is now gone. In it's place is now simple, unadorned, desire. Lascivious want.

I stare back at her. I think it's safe to say that this party has run it's course.

"Let's get out of here," I tell Christine, taking a step towards her.

"But we just got here maybe ten minutes ago," she says to me. "I still need to talk to some of the other professors. And you need to talk to the Dean. Plus isn't he going to announce..."

I don't let her finish. I grab her hand and lean in close to her.

"I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you so hard that you moan," I hiss in her ear. "But I want you to moan and scream so loud that only the fucking birds will hear you."

There's a moment where Christine freezes. She doesn't stiffen or anything. But she looks at me.

"You're right, this party is lame," she says. "Let's get the hell out of here."