Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

  Grabbing my hand, he lifts me up and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me in his arms toward his desk. With my arms around his neck, I finally realize something: I found the man of my dreams and, swear to God, I’ll never let go of him.

  “What are you going to do now?” I ask him with a teasing tone, but he simply smirks at me and sits me down on his desk. He then whispers into my ear.

  “What am I going to do? I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless, that’s what I’m going to do.” Oh, God, let’s get right to it. I can’t wait for him to bend me over and start pounding into me with that thick mast of his.

  He grabs the hem of my blouse and pulls it out my raised arms, his mouth immediately going for my breasts. He pulls one nipple out of my bra and starts sucking on it eagerly, all while his hands go to my back and open the clasp there.

  He sure doesn’t want to lose any time - he takes off my bra and his fingers to my skirt. He makes me lift my ass and pulls it down my legs, pressing the open palm of his hand over my wet pussy immediately after. I squirm, rubbing myself against him as desire pulses wildly inside my head.

  I flick my thong to the side and, grabbing his hand, I press it hard against me as a moan escapes my lips. I sigh hard as he brushes his finger up and down my inner lips, threatening to slide a finger in at any moment now. Then, in a flash, he actually does it - he goes for it with one finger, making it go deep and upwards in a hooking motion.

  “Oh God…” I moan, my voice quivering.I feel my body shaking as he slides one more finger inside me, his thumb rubbing against my clitoris. I’m burning.

  He takes his time, allowing for his fingers to go in and out with deliberate patience, stretching me and getting me ready for his cock. The rhythm changes quickly enough, though, as he starts moving his wrist so fast his fingers become a blur.

  With his free hand he grabs at my breasts, squeezing them and taking his time with my hard nipples. My eyes are closed, but I part my lips for his kiss as I feel him leaning into me, our mouths locking in perfectly.

  I’m thrusting my hips at him, pushing my pussy against his fingers and willing them to go even deeper. I thrust and sway my thighs until the slow burn of pleasure starts to eat my muscles from the inside out and making me moan louder.

  “Oh… My… God!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, doing my best not to scream as my whole body trembles and shakes, succumbing to one mighty orgasm. I’m still shaking as he leans into me and nibbles at my earlobe.

  “We’re just getting started, babe,” he says, “can you handle it?” I nod furiously and I notice a glint in his eyes. “Can you handle this… for the rest of your life?”

  “Yes! Yes!” I cry out, grinning like a mad woman. Did you hear what he just said? For the rest of my life! I nod again, still swaying my hips and feeling my body begging for more of his perfect touch.

  Grinning at me, he grabs my thong and pushes it down my legs in a hurry, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He grabs my knees and forces my legs apart before kneeling on the floor; with both hands on my ass, he pulls me to the edge of the desk as he places his head between my thighs.

  Oh, yes, please. You wouldn’t believe how insanely good he is with his mouth.

  I close my eyes in anticipation and, the moment I feel his lips on me, I find myself swaying my hips all over again as a response to his hungry kisses. He nibbles gently at my clit, sucking and licking on it with clockwork precision. Each time his tongue brushes against it I feel sparks under my skin.

  Yeah, he’s this good.

  With his mouth open wide he sucks on my inner folds, only stopping to let his tongue lick me up me and down with maddening slowness. I tangle my fingers on his hair, holding his head in place - no way I’m letting him get out from between my thighs before his mouth makes me come again.

  He replies to my hold on him by doubling his efforts, sucking viciously as my mind goes completely blank. He’s wild and fierce, eating me out as if he only has minutes to live. His dedication shows, as I’m already on the verge of tears. Yeah, I’m close to crying - my body is buzzing with such intensity I just want to cry in pleasure.

  Pressing his free hand over my belly, he forces me to stop my swaying. I feel one of his fingers going inside of me and I pant, suddenly becoming desperate for his cock. He slides two more fingers in, fingering me hard as he sucks on my clit.

  I feel an orgasm looming in the horizon and I -- oh Jesus! I can't even think straight right now. I moan as my body erupts in delight out of the blue, his tongue ripping an orgasm out of me so fast I become dizzy and have to grab his shoulders for support.

  “Now we’re warming up,” he whispers against my ear, standing up.

  “Fuck me… I need you to fuck me,” I say as I open my eyes and look into his. “I need to feel your cock in me… Right now.”

  “So bossy…” He grins at me teasingly and then pulls me into him; I cross my legs behind his back and lock him in place, his cock one inch away from my pussy. I nudge myself forward just an inch and I almost moan as I feel his tip brushing against my labia.

  Just get it in me, I actually feel like saying, but I resist the urge to do it. Instead, I place my hands on his chest and tug on his shirt, forcing all the buttons to pop out. With frantic movements, I push the shirt down his arms, and then tell him what I want him to do once more: “fuck me already, Professor.”

  That’s exactly what he does: one quick thrust and his cock parts my inner folds and nestles itself deep into me. I rest my forehead against his shoulder, savoring how it feels to have him inside of me.

  When he starts to rock his body back and forth, I’m moaning so hard it’s almost silly. Only when I remember where I am - his office, for God’s sake! - do I make an effort to quiet down. Even though there doesn’t seem to be a problem with me being Anders, I still don’t think the Dean wouldn’t approve of us fucking loudly in the department’s premises.

  “I love how tight you are,” he pants, his hands grabbing my ass hard. He lets one hand climb up my back and grabs my hair, making me throw my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He kisses me there as his cock slides endlessly in and out of me. Then, no warning at all, he steps back, his cock popping out of me in a heartbeat.

  “Get up,” he growls at me, and I find my body moving as if his words were somehow magical. When Anders tells you to get up, you don’t second guess it - you just do it.

  He grabs me by the waist and makes me turn around; I support myself by planting my hands on the desk’s surface and bending over, jutting my ass back at him and wiggling it. I shudder as he presses his body on mine, his mouth returning to my neck with those gentle - and harsh at the same time - kisses of his. He forces me me to part my legs and runs his hands down my back and to my ass, grabbing it eagerly. He smacks my buttocks then, hard enough to leave a mark. He does it again and again, the sound of his hand hitting my cheeks driving me completely mad.

  He reaches between my legs, stroking my wet pussy with just the tip of his fingers as if he’s taking aim. Then he pushes his hand against my pussy then, making me go on tiptoes - before I know it, he’s already rubbing his cock’s delicious fat head under my ass and against my clit.

  One thrust and he’s in.

  I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming, but I can’t stop myself from hissing in pleasure. There’s something so wild and intense running in my veins that I almost feel like I’m in a whole new dimension - a dimension where pleasure rules everyone and everything. I start moaning in a subdued tone as his pulsing cock strains against my inner walls, my body shaking feverishly. I arch my back, sweat dripping down the nape of my neck.

  His cock is going in and out of me, my fluids dripping down my legs. He smacks my ass once again, and I feel my buttocks rippling - I wiggle my backside, aching for more. He obliges, smacking my ass until I’m moaning hard, my throat already tired.

  My hands give up and, quickly after that, my elbows quit as well. I lay my cheek against the
table’s surface, my ass propped up in the air as he keeps on going in that maddening pace of his. The pressure mounting inside of me is so strong it’s almost scary. I feel a gigantic climax coming my way, and it burns inside me with such ferociousness that I almost collapse.

  He laces my waist, holding me in place as he rams his cock at me, and I find myself gritting my teeth in anticipation of what’s to come. My whole body convulses as he gives me one harsh thrust, electricity taking over my body and making my mind explode. It’s ecstasy, it’s madness… Oh. Oh, fuck. OH MY GOD!

  I feel my pussy spasming, ripples of intense delight hitting me at once as I feel my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. This feel so good that I can’t even think straight, the waves of pleasure crashing around inside my mind.

  This is almost too much. This is so good it should be illegal.

  “I never get tired of you and your perfect little pussy,” he says and, even though I still have my back turned to him, I can feel the gigantic grin he has on his face.

  He pulls out of me and makes me turn around, pressing his mouth against mine. I surrender to his embrace, still reeling from everything. God, even my legs are wobbly, and my heart keeps on drumming away its sex song inside my chest.

  “More,” I find myself saying, and he just grabs me and pushes me down to the floor. I lay back, my heart beating furiously as he climbs on top of me. He presses his body on mine, his muscles tense like coiled springs - my breasts are rubbing against his torso, and I allow his cock to enter me once more. I gasp as he slides it inside me, my pussy tightening around his length. He goes in slowly, and then back out again with the same frantic rhythm; he goes like that for a while, thrusting with insatiable hunger as the universe fades away all around us.

  Pounding my pussy as hard as possible, he nibbles at my lower lip, then starts kissing me wildly. My legs go to his back and, as I do it, I feel his cock going even deeper inside me and rubbing against that spot of uncontrollable pleasure Anders dominates so perfectly.

  He starts to go at it more slowly, the movement of his hips guiding him inside me gently, time becoming nothing more than an abstract concept. I feel his ragged breathing and I find myself grinning, enjoying how he can’t enough of my tight pussy. I dig my fingernails in his back, grinning widely and relishing every single second of it.

  "Faster… " I beg him between breaths, his cock doing as I ask in a heartbeat. He starts thrusting faster and faster, his tip hitting that spot inside of me over and over again as I keep on begging and moaning.

  He’s going so fast even my thighs are becoming numb with his thrusts, his cock ravaging me in an almost unbelievable way. I shudder and I tremble, and then I cry out in ecstasy.

  "Oh fuck!" I cry out in a moan, and he presses his body against me with such brute strength all air leaves my lungs. His thrusts become fast and harsh, and I can’t help but enjoy the way he’s roughing me up.

  My body convulses and my limbs start flailing out of control as I come again, my body suddenly growing exhausted and weary. I open my eyes but all I see is a blinding light, bells ringing inside my ears. This is transcendence. This is Nirvana.

  Exhausted or not, I still want to show him what I’m capable of - I’ve learned a thing or two since we’re together. I summon whatever strength still lives inside of me, and I take my hands to his shoulders - I force him to roll to the side and, the moment his back his the floor, I’m climb on top of him with wild but precise movements.

  I grab his cock by the root and point it up, angling it straight at my pussy. I ease myself down on him, my whole body shuddering as his tip slowly parts my folds and strains against my pussy. I lower myself one inch at a time, moaning all the way down.

  Not wanting to wait any longer, he hooks his fingers on my thighs and pushes me down onto his cock, his shaft sliding inside of me in such a hurry that I can’t help but scream. I just can’t help it this time. I run my fingers over his strong chest, clawing at him with my fingernails as my pussy completely engulfs his cock.

  I sway my hips back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands following the cadence of my body. I ride him furiously, decided to give him as much pleasure as he has given me. I close my eyes, the only sound I can hear being that of my ass slapping against his legs as I jump up and down on his cock.

  “Fuck, keep going, babe…” He whispers, and his hands leave my ass and go straight to my breasts, rubbing them and squeezing them. He lifts his head up and, grabbing my right breast, covers my rosy nipple with his lips, sucking it wildly.

  Beads of sweat are already dripping down my forehead, and that just makes me go even harder. It feels like I’m a woman possessed, and I won’t stop until he finally surrenders to me.

  Letting go of my breasts, his hands slide down my side and settle on my ass once more; instead of simply allowing me to lead, he starts thrusting his hips at me too, each stroke of his drawing an hoarse moan out of me. He goes at it until a sweet and pleasant numbness takes over my body and I just let myself go, collapsing on top of his body as one final orgasm explodes inside me and completely obliterates whatever strength I still had left in me.

  He keeps going, though, his thrusts battering down on my exhausted body until everything in him tenses up - and when I say everything, I really mean it. His muscles are so tense right now that it feels as if he’s made out of iron and steel.

  He starts spasming and I feel his warm seed filling me up… I stay here on top of him, tightening my pussy around his cock as I let him have his final release. He’s breathing raggedly against my neck, almost grunting as he holds me against him.

  “Come… over… me…” I find myself whispering at him and, with one final grin, he pulls his cock out from me and goes to his knees. He grabs his massive shaft and, stroking himself, he points his cock at. Thick ropes of cum gush from it and spray my naked body all over, painting me in white. I moan as I feel his warm juices covering almost every single inch of my skin - from my face to my pussy -, and I smile at him like a woman… Well, like a woman in love.

  “You look so beautiful like this,” he teases me, and then leans into me, placing both his hands on my knees. His mouth goes straight for my pussy and he starts to suck on it once more, scooping up his own seed with his tongue. I squirm in place as his tongue runs up and down my folds, and when he finally has me licked dry, he moves his mouth up my body. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his delicious lips crawling up my chest, making their way to my tits. There he licks both my nipples dry, and then continues upward without even stopping to catch his breath.

  “I love you so much,” he tells me once again, pressing his cum coated lips against my own. I pull him into me and we kiss as if we are in a trance, swapping his cum while our tongues dance around one another.

  “Thank you,” I whisper at him when he finally rolls to the side, collapsing on the floor by my side.

  “For what?” He tells with one raised eyebrow, turning to face him. “You have nothing to thank me for, Christine.”

  “I do,” I whisper with a smile. “I have to thank you for being this perfect.”

  171

  Epilogue

  “Here she is, our very own Miss United States!” Kim cries out as she sees me walking inside the bar. Ashley and Natalie are here too, and the whole gang smiles as I sit down at the table with them.

  “Knock it off, Kim,” I laugh, playfully punching her in the arm. She feigns pain and then, raising her arm high in the air, waves at the waiter. He scoots over to us in a hurry and I order a non-alcoholic cocktail. Kim throws me a suspicious look as she hears the words non-alcoholic, but I just shrug it off.

  “Seriously, we’ve missed you, girl,” Natalie says, sipping on her margarita. When was the last time I went out for drinks with them? Weeks ago? Since I started working at the United Nations my schedule has grown so busy that I barely have any time for myself, let alone to go bar-hopping with the girls. Still, I had to take the time and meet them here today - it’s a
special occasion.

  We’re sitting outside at the Maison Prèmiere garden, and it’s my favorite time of the day: Happy Hour. To be honest, since I started working at the United Nations that every hour seems like Happy Hour. Why? It’s simple - I’m in love with the most perfect man I have ever met, and I’m living my dream. What more can I possibly want?

  Right, I should probably give you a rundown of what happened since I got the position, the one that caused me a lot of headaches and almost cost me heartbreak as well. Let’s see - like I said, I started working at the United Nations and, a few weeks after that, Anders handed me the keys to his apartment. Big step, right? Well, it sure was - mainly because three days after that he was asking me to move in with him.

  Yeah, I really became the center of all gossip in the Political Science department - Christine, the lucky girl who somehow managed to snag the hottest professor in the whole campus and a dream job all in one term. That’s me, alright, and that was what everyone talked about non-stop for days on end.

  Now, my internship is going to end next week, and I’ve already been offered a contract for a permanent position. That’s right, I’m this close to achieving my dream of getting a career at the UN. Also, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but I’m also late… And you know what I mean by late, don’t you? Yap, less than an year from now there’s going to be a miniature Anders running around. Well, not exactly running around, but you get my point. I still haven’t told Anders, though. I’m planning to do it once I finally finish my internship. After that, we’re going to take some time for ourselves.

  We’re flying out to St. Albans in the summer, since Natalie’s there that time of the year, and then we’ll probably hop to Paris, Berlin and God knows where else. I can barely wait to roam the streets of Europe arm-in-arm with Anders, showing him off to everyone that cares to notice. Life’s good, life’s perfect.