NUDE GAMES {very interesting story 2}

I jerked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had nothing underneath and my huge size 36D boobs swung this way and that.

 I was always very proud of my boobs; they were firm and perky despite my huge size and they never failed to cause a guy to break in his stride and do a double take.

It didn’t hurt either that I was an extremely pretty brunette with long curly eyelashes that fanned against my cheeks and softened my face even more.

 I had wide blue eyes that gave me a deceptively innocent appearance, a tiny, red, button mouth and an hour- glass figure. My hips curved sinfully beneath my round butt-cheeks and I had long, straight, slim legs that my ex had remarked, “seemed to go on forever”.

I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was probably why nothing gave me more joy than watching the top of Lily’s head disappear between my thighs. My clitoris twitched in warning at the thought and I gave myself a light slap on the thigh.

Time to refocus. I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me. I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right now.

 I grabbed my white lace bra and the matching panties and tugged them on. Then I pulled the dress over my head and down my body.

I shoved my feet in a pair of white converse and grabbed my small leather tote purse.

“I’m going,” I announced. Belatedly I reached back into my drawer and grabbed my biggest dildo. I heard Neila gasp in admiration but I ignored her.

“Uh-huh. And what will you take the video with?” Lily demanded.

I stared at her as though she had grown too dumb to live. “My phone?”

I didn’t add duh but I think she sensed the sarcasm anyway.

She started to say something, saw the evil eye I gave her and wisely changed her mind.

I grabbed my iPhone from its position on my bed and slammed out of the room.

It was a good thing I had decided to wear a converse, I thought a few minutes later as I landed on my feet after climbing in through the Professor’s window. Who knew the man also locked his office? He was such a fastidious soul, I thought in wry amusement as I looked around for the best position.

 I spied a comfy looking sofa and started for it when I remembered it was supposed to be the desk.

With a sigh, I headed towards the desk. It was huge and big. I climbed onto it from his side and spread my legs wide. I had already positioned the iPhone high up close to the AC vent and then I took out my dildo. It was pink and rubbery.

Eyes fastened on the iPhone, I carried the dildo to my lips and licked it slowly with my tongue.

I winked at the camera and then I lay down on the desk and spread my legs wide. I used my left hand to pull my lace panties to the side and then with my right I began to thrust the dildo in and out of my pussy. Harder, faster.

I had already gotten enough for the camera but I was horny as fuck. I had been horny all day and before I knew it I was moaning and groaning and writhing as I fucked myself—literally— on Professor Eleftherios’ desk.

 I used my other hand and began to rotate it gently in circles; round and round and round on the tiny nub of flesh that gave extra pleasure to my clitoris.

I was close, I realized, my hips wriggling as I rubbed the soft dildo over and over again against my G-spot. Pleasure pooled between my thighs and the tension began to build as I came dangerously close to an orgasm.

I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and —

“What the fuck?!”

The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy.

I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor.

Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead!

Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever seen him. His teeth were grinding quietly together as he stared at me in silence.

I was shaking so badly I was afraid my knees wouldn’t support me for much longer. I had always prided myself on being fearless— and I was— but today every last courage had deserted me as I waited for the professor to say something.

 He shut the door behind him, the quiet click ominous in the strained silence and then he tossed his briefcase onto the sofa I had been eyeing earlier.

He flicked me a glance and I felt impaled by his gaze.

He had this golden sort of eyes that reminded me of a lion prowling hungrily in the jungle in search of prey.
I clasped both hands in front of me in silent pleas as I began to shake my head. “Please. I’m so sorry sir. Please. It was a mistake.”

He didn’t seem impressed as he took off his coat and headed for the coat rack. He hung it up and headed towards his chair behind the desk.

I was in his way so I quickly skirted around the other side of the desk. He plunged into his chair and looked up at me.

“Who are you?”

I licked my lips. “Um, Lilian Cooper,” I lied.

“Nice try, Diane. Diane Macpherson, Finance major.”

My eyes widened into saucers. He knew my name—my full name— and my major?

“Um, yes. I’m sorry I lied sir. I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes sir. Of what you might do to me,” I whispered, staring brokenly at my converse as I waited for him to call security and hand me over.

“You weren’t scared when you came up with the bright idea of coming into my office and... pleasuring yourself right on my desk?” he demanded, his gaze trained on my face. “Why scared now?”

I swallowed and looked up determined to somehow talk my way out of this one. It was the only way. I couldn’t claim a fake identity; the man fucking knew my name and department. I had to appeal to his humane side.

“Listen Prof, I could lie and say I was sleepwalking or under the influence or anything. But I’m not gonna do that okay? I’m just gonna give it to you straight and not lie.”

“That would be refreshing,” he agreed.

I sighed. He wasn’t going to let go of the fact that I lied about my name was he? Suddenly I almost hated him. Then I looked up at his cute face and I just didn’t have it in me to hate him.

“My friends made me do it,” I whispered.

He looked around the otherwise empty office, before looking back at me with a confused look on his handsome face. His meaning was clear: friends? What friends? There was no one besides both of us.