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+.”
15
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.
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.