Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

  Christine: Ohhhhh…

  Anders: Have you ever been tied up and spanked like a bad girl like you deserves? After all, any woman who is willing to have me make her cum in the middle of a busy restaurant obviously deserves to be spanked until her ass matches her cherry red lips.

  Christine: No, I’ve never been spanked.

  Anders: You will be, soon.

  Christine: Ohhhhhh…

  Anders: Tomorrow, I will wear all black to class to show you my commitment to keeping our sex relationship and our school relationship separate. Tomorrow night, I will show you my commitment to fucking you until your eyes cross. Tonight, you think. If you think you too can keep our school relationship on a professional level, wear all black. I’ll know when I see you walk into class.

  Christine: Okay. I’ll think about it.

  Anders: Goodnight, my little fucktoy.

  Christine: Goodnight, my sexy professor.

  160

  Christine

  With trembling hands, I push the door to the lecture hall open. Anders, who was chatting with another student up at the front of the room, catches my gaze. His eyes flick up and down me as I come walking in, trying hard as I can to act casual. His mouth tightens a little but he’s quick to turn back to the student in front of me as if nothing is wrong.

  I picked my outfit out carefully this morning – not a spec of black in it.

  That’s right.

  You can’t see a single shred of black.

  Yes, I know what we agreed to.

  I have a filmy silver shirt that somehow shows more than it covers up, setting off my tiny waist to perfection. Then a white skirt with silver polka dots covering it, finished off with silver fuck-me high heels.

  I sit down in the front row, right in front of Anders’ favorite place to stand as he’s talking. He won’t be able to ignore me here.

  Class begins and I’ll admit it – I have no fucking clue what he talked about. Probably political science – that’s a safe bet considering he’s a political science professor – but beyond that, no idea. Every time his gaze drifted back towards me, I shifted in my seat, making sure to hike my skirt up just a little farther as I did so. The next time he looked at me, I bent over and pulled a lollipop out of my bag. I unwrapped it slowly, staring at him as I did so, and then slowly put it into my mouth, moving it slowly in and out of my mouth as I sucked on it, never breaking eye contact the whole time.

  Anders stopped, mid-sentence, cleared his throat, jerked his eyes away from mine and walked back to the podium to look over his notes.

  Score!

  Any day that I cause Anders to lose his train of thought is a win in my book.

  He dismisses class a little early and almost beats the rush of students out the door. I slowly pack my shit up, giving everyone a chance to clear out before leaving myself. I head a few doors down to his office, and knock. My knees are shaking almost worse than they were walking into the lecture hall an hour earlier.

  “Come in,” I hear through the door. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open.

  Anders comes to his feet as soon as he sees me, his eyes a stormy gray, questioning, flicking up and down my body and back to my face.

  “Ms. Jalili,” he says formally.

  I close the door behind me and lean against it for a moment for support and courage, wishing I had a margarita in my hand.

  Fingers trembling, I pull at the silver fabric wrapped across my tits. In one swift move, it drops to the floor at my feet, revealing my black bra, all lace and sequins, then reach behind me and unzip my skirt, dropping it to the floor around my feet, revealing my black lace panties.

  “I wanted to hedge my bets,” I whisper. His mouth curls into a wolfish smile.

  161

  Christine

  I can see the surprise in his eyes as I saunter over to him in my black lace lingerie, swaying my hips as I go. Hunger and lust are all over his face, his smile brimming with mischievousness. Never taking his eyes out of mine, he comes up to me and meets me halfway, placing both his hands on my waist.

  “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He asks me, my heart racing as I feel the warmness in his hands spreading to my body. There’s no going back from this and, screw it, I don’t want no going back. I want to move forward, to surrender to him. Sure, this is wrong - but the wrong things always end up being the most delicious ones as well...

  “You have no idea,” I tell him, grinning as I hook my fingers on his belt and pull him into me. He comes willingly but then, moving fast, he grins back at me and grabs me by the wrists. He pushes me back and, lifting my arms in the air, pins me against the wall. I’m breathing hard, my lungs working overtime as I feel his body pressed against mine.

  “You have no idea, sir” He corrects me, that wicked grin of his melting me away. I feel my thong dampening as he looks into my eyes, willing me into submission, and then he leans into me, parting his full lips and placing them over my mouth. I close my eyes, savoring him, smelling him… Could a kiss ever be more perfect? I doubt it, I really do.

  He lets go of my arms, resting one hand behind my neck and the other on my hip. I pull back from his kiss and lay my forehead against his, breathing deeply as I savor the moment. I look into his eyes, my heart racing and pumping desire through my veins. To think that I’ve lusted after him for so long, and now here I am… Half naked in his office, ready to submit to him. Let Ashley keep her sex god… Now I have one of my own.

  I kiss him eagerly, my tongue darting inside his mouth and dancing around his as he presses me once more against the wall, both hands on my hips. I grab his shirt by the hemline and, yanking with both hands, force him to lift his arms up as I undress him.

  "Much better," I grin at him, my eyes roaming over his perfect muscles.

  He grabs my hair by the root, tilting my head back and pressing his body against mine as he lays his mouth over my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. I exhale loudly, my hands rubbing against his chest and feeling the rugged outline of his chiseled muscles.

  I grab his belt and unbuckle it with hurried movements, sliding it off his pants with a sweeping motion. My hands find that sweet spot under his belly and I lace my fingers around the hem of his pants, looking for the clasp of his zipper as he kisses my neck. I can already feel his cock standing to attention, pushing against the opening of his pants as I finally slide his zipper down. I open up my hand and press my palm against his thick shape, my mind burning with anticipation.

  "You’re huge... sir," I whisper, remembering how he wants me to address him. How he wants me to defer to him. There’s something about calling him sir that I really can’t quite explain… It just makes me so fucking wet. And he knows it too - I can almost feel his grin as he kisses me up my neck and lays his lips against my ear.

  "Of course I am," he states matter-of-factly, as if he has heard it all before - which he probably has. He runs his hands up the side of my body, taking them over to my bare shoulders, and then moves them down again, savoring each inch of my body with the tip of his fingers. Then, when he finally makes the hike up to my bra, he places his spread fingers over my breasts, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric. He pushes the cup down, baring my right nipple, and brushes his thumb over it. I bite my lip as he does it, a moan tickling my throat.

  An heavy sigh leaves my lips as his fingers dart to the shoulder straps of my bra and he pushes them down. I let the cups droop and then fall to the floor, and he pulls me into him, unhooking the bra and pulling it off my arms. He presses into me, his mouth on mine as I shiver, feeling my nipples brush against his warm chest, my breasts squeezed between our bodies.

  He grabs my ass, his long fingers feeling just perfect as they cup my cheeks, and lifts me up against the wall. I lace my legs behind his back as he holds me, kissing me eagerly as his crotch presses against mine. I feel the shape of his hard cock brushing against my inner thighs, dangerously close to the wet patch of fabric on my thong, and it is as if I h
ave just taken a shot of adrenaline. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second, desire exerting its pull on me viciously. It’s lust and it’s passion, it’s frenzied desire. Sweet God, this is way better than how I imagined it would be. And we still haven’t started!

  This is something else. This is like a tidal wave, one that sweeps you out of your feet and drags you back to the ocean. It’s something wild and exciting and, at the same time, the most comforting thing in the world. In one word, it’s perfection.

  I run my hands through his hair, lost in his embrace.

  "This is the best decision I have ever made… sir," I whisper, his closeness making my body boil. He licks his lips and looks me in the eyes, a wild hunger taking over his face.

  "It sure is," he says offhandedly, and then kisses me again, pulling me deeper into that irresistible ocean of pleasure.

  I feel desire dancing under my skin as we kiss, our tongues battling against each other. But then he pulls my back off the wall and, still carrying me, walks across the room and heads straight to his desk. He swipes the tabletop with a sudden movement of his hand, sending folders and papers tumbling into the floor, and only then does he lays me down on top of the desk. I’m breathing deeply when he hooks his fingers on the back of my knees and pulls me into him with quick and agile movements, only stopping when my ass is over the edge of the desk. He places one hand on my hip and leans into me, his face so close to mine that our noses almost brush against each other.

  "You make me so fucking hard" he whispers, my blood boiling as his words reach me. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve gotten hard during class just looking at you,” he continues, this time leaving all playfulness out from his voice. I smile gently at him, my heart turning to mush. With both hands on his face, I reach for him and brush my lips gently against his. I don't know why but, hearing him say it... I needed to hear it - I needed to know how much he wants me. How I make him hard. It just feels amazing to be desired by a man like him.

  His fingertips brush against my belly, slowing climbing up my stomach and meeting the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups them, gently squeezing as my nipples peek between his outstretched fingers. I rest my hands over his, making him squeeze harder as I wriggle under his touch.

  I push my hips upwards, anxious for more. Lacing my legs behind his back I reel him in, the bulge under his boxers rubbing between my thighs. God, I need that. Clawing with my hands at his back I keep thrusting with my hips, grinding against his cock desperately.

  His pants come down as I push on them with jerking motions, grabbing at the hem of his boxers in the process and sending it all down his legs. He kicks off his shoes and wriggles free of the rest of his clothing; the sight of his naked body makes my heart kick, punch and scream against my chest, anxiety seeping through to my blood. As if with a will of its own, my hand darts down and grabs his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape quickly. I feel him pulse against my hand, his desire for mim palpable - is there anything better in the whole world?

  I start stroking him hard, my hand tracing the whole length of his member. I can't shake off the desire to simply guide him inside me, but I’m patient - we are not going anywhere soon. Still grabbing his cock, I sit up on the desk and place my free hand around his neck; I pull him into me, forcing his mouth to go straight for my breasts. He does it happily, wrapping his full lips around my nipple and sucking eagerly as I moan, my hand still going up and down on his cock.

  I pull back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth, and throw him an anxious look.

  “What do you want?” He asks me, grinning, but he already knows the answer.

  “Your cock, sir… I want your cock,” I tell him in a hushed tone.

  “On your knees, then,” he commands me, and I climb down from the desk and go down in one flowing movement. I point his cock at my mouth and, my eyes locked on his, I lower my head, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brush it against his tip, covering every single inch of it with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrap my lips around his glans, sucking as I slide back. I can almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I do it over and over again. Only when he seems to expect me to carry on like that do I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasps, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.

  I take a moment to look up into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.

  "Do you like it, sir…?" I ask him, and an expression that pleads for more lights up his face. I go back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he’s enjoying it, what can I say about me? I’m loving it so much I could go on forever.

  He has other plans though.

  Pushing my head back, he grabs my hands and pulls me up to my feet; in a heartbeat, he pushes me back on top of the desk once more, and then he hooks his fingers on my thong and tugs on it viciously, pulling it down my legs. He slides one finger up my leg and traces the contour of my groin, closing in on my pussy but then going back down again, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, anxious for his touch, but he takes his time - when he finally brushes his fingers over my pussy I become as wet as all the oceans put together. Then, as if he feels I’m ready for whatever he wants to do with me, he throws me a devilish smile and places both his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart, opening my legs and then kneels between them.

  I run my tongue over my lips, anticipating what’s to come. Kneeling on the floor, he positions his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licks my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine. He goes back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he presses one finger above my clit I’m already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.

  Gently, he rubs my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grab his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licks me, my pussy in flames as his lips suck and kiss. I lock my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I’m a woman possessed.

  I’m out of control and, judging by the way his tongue furiously licks me, he is enjoying it as much as me - if that is even possible. I keep pressing against him until I start to feel that familiar pressure, one that makes me clench my insides and brace myself for the incoming wave.

  I grit my teeth and let a moan escape between them as my body shakes, that electric orgasm travelling outwards from my pussy to my limbs, and finally nestling inside my mind. My skin prickles and I exhale deeply, fully knowing that Anders won’t stop there. Hell, he’s just starting.

  He keeps lapping at me, slowing down just enough for me to regain my strengths. He caresses my clit with his tongue, gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive it feels. But as I start moaning once more he goes back to that vicious rhythm. I bite my lip and grab the hard edges of the desk, my clit still so sensitive that each time his tongue touches it I feel as if I have been hit by lightning. And I love it.

  I’m already arching my back when he slides one finger inside me, prodding and exploring carefully, my whole body twitching in pleasure. I open my legs wider as he slides one more finger inside, pulling them in and out furiously as he keeps licking my clit.

  I can even feel my jaw quivering, my whole body buzzing as my muscles tense up like a bowstring pulled to its maximum.

  "Professor..." I intone, loving the way that forbidden word rolls over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Professor..."

  I’m still saying it when my muscles shake once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turns into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.

  He gives one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, and he slowly stands up, towering over me. He leans into me and kisses my cheek,
right over the corner of my mouth. I can taste myself in his lips and I love it - I love how he wants me, I love how he can’t get enough of my body.

  "More..." I beg, not caring if my body still hasn’t recovered. He eases his body into me, his cock parting my folds wide as his shaft fights against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grab his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pull him in, forcing his twelve inches as deep as they can go. Then I relax my hold and he goes back, only his tip inside of me. He holds his position there, teasing, and I bury my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please, sir..."

  In one swift motion he pierces me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he goes, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.

  "Harder!" I moan between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I have Anders-fever and it’s just perfect.

  He keeps thrusting at me as I embrace him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would give anything to remain like this. It’s more than sex - it’s closeness, it’s... It’s everything I needed.

  With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I come once more. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice and still he keeps going as a sea of pleasure licks at my body.

  "I can't have enough of you..." I tell him, making sure that he knows it. It’s a truth so perfect that I just can’t keep it to myself. I nibble at his earlobe as the orgasm washes back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing all at once. I’m a hot mess and, still, I want more. I want so much more... I know I won't be happy until my muscles ache and my legs become so weak I won't be able to stand.

  I run my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I place both hands on his chest and smile at him.