Princely Passions

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."

Finally.

She's seeing some reason.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Dean of the Political Science Department says to the room. The general hubbub and talking dies down.

"Thank you all for coming to tonight's reception, and it really is meant to be just a simple reception - I know we all have other plans after this."

That's right. I have other plans. I'm going to take the most gorgeous girl in my class and I'm going to stick my cock as far into her as I can get it.